letra de picket sin - hickok
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bloodied knuckles wrapped dead white;
brother’s palms filled with rusted, cold iron;
walking ghost found pale moonlight
my faded, foggy memories of us as
boys, beaten, broken, but still we lingered on…
burning embers pressed to skin;
brother’s breath shouts what he claimed a liar;
black goat hangs in picket sin
my forgotten, f-cked memories of us with
bruises, botched, beloved, smiling like we were kings…
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