digging forever, no treasure in sight
just a dusty old map, too rigid to leave the pipe
it's the one you picked up,
that random day at work,
lying amongst the rubble,
the quietest of clerks.
special places marked off of lives now lived
a heart around dallas, unable to regift
you can't just rewrap it and pass it on over
who's gonna take care it won't rip? who will be it's new owner?
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