Pulled a hand when I was young
Before I learned to breathe
Black and white, aces and eights
Feasting on the smile or the seethe
Adrift on seas that seizure
Quaked by a collapsed serotonin vein
The pleasure of elation headaches
And the gift to go insane
I traded blush for bruise
And found some beauty in the view
A population sees only darkness
But I've trained my eye on subtle hues
I had to bathe in barbed wire
But Lord, how I can swim
Knocked out past the eight count
But how I fought for my black tooth grin
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