"My soul has been run and been wrung
in stolen moments and all my.. lost ways.
How could you know me..any other way?
I'm captive here in my all too often zone
of southern Comfort and sometimes,Petrone
with no umbrella, straight up 'ta take me home.
They say home is where the heart is but what IF
my soul is drowning in my heart that bleeds
in it's silent pouring and all it's... unknowing'?"
Teapotter, "Off the Cuff"
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