Clint HaugenFeb 19, 20221 min readSidewalk ArtThe truth lays on the tip of my tongueI bite down hardThe blood taste like an old pennyI spit it outand truth goes with itA drop of my bloodand my truthare splatteredon the sidewalknext to a piece of trashand a stick.-C.H.
The truth lays on the tip of my tongueI bite down hardThe blood taste like an old pennyI spit it outand truth goes with itA drop of my bloodand my truthare splatteredon the sidewalknext to a piece of trashand a stick.-C.H.
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