Obligations and obliques
Lost my man in the summer heat
Moneys talks but so do sheets
Favorite songs on repeat
Call me wicked
Call him crime
Blessed his heart; I went frigid
When he took this soul of mine
Days of bliss and deluded mist
Filled all of my consciousness
Ashamed to see my list
For each one he did not miss
Pleading cries and rushed goodbyes
A wilderness of possibilities
Tainted my pretty blue sky
And alas set me free; no longer a tumbleweed
In the dark of the summers bright light a love transformed
And a woman was reborn
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