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view glass A face pock-marked and hollow He's saying dollar dollar I can't look through or past A face saying dollar dollar A face pock-marked
are out of wind We have pock-marked chin We have lots of water We turn the other cheek and we win One thousand stories and there's always more
Waves of pockmarked asphalt Pushing us back home Dome lights and headphones Twenty three alone Think through every random thought Try to look through
Waves of pockmarked asphalt Pushing us back home Dome lights and headphones Twenty three alone Think through every random thought Try to look through
see past My slightly pock-marked skin, my glasses, my protruding chin And I How do I stand a chance? When people just can't see past My large ungainly
We've been around the blocks, the lanes, the sky has been pockmarked by the cranes No one's too lost, no one's to blame for wanting to be loved We want
see not the sky's stormy eve On pockmarked plains the lonesome shells Scuttle and search in low tide It comes and goes with nature's throes loved only
and plow, yeah Get behind the mule in the morning and plow Well, the rampaging sons of the widow James Jack the Cutter and the Pockmarked Kid Had
the morning and plow Well, the rampaging sons of the widow James Jack the Cutter and the Pockmarked Kid Had to stand naked at the bottom of the cross And tell
doesn't have a fuckin' clue Do you want me to tell you what I think about you, Cunt? I don't think that's a very good idea-do you? You pockmarked four-eyed
I was in a crater Pockmarked fields on either side I was meant to be all safe how did I die? How did I die? Or didn't I? Un sursaut, une crispation
rats Nurse said that my skin will need a graft I am of pockmarked shapes The vermin you need to loathe
rats Nurse said that my skin will need a graft I am of pockmarked shapes The vermin you need to loathe
Jaundiced-looking pockmarked face, round in window Short greasy black beard Couple of language stabs, settle on English "It's cold, I'll give you a ride Don't
a stage I sense the stars up in arms Their mercurial charms Incensed by the liveried curtain And hence my journey, pockmarked By the Stygian dark
In this land all our shamen are made into statues Prophetic parchment will deteriorate A dimming reminder of civilization for the moment A pockmarked
It ran late They disguised you in makeup and paste; Smoothed out the lines that had pockmarked your face It was great Loved the song that the radio
the gleam of an enemy knife What are we marching towards besides a world pockmarked with head stones
you, study your soils, Divvy you up into lots with Flagpoles and gladiolas. Your Face will still shimmer down to earth, Pock-marked but resplendent.
while we dug ditches It's plain to see our society Is full of rot, pus, and blood Disease just caused the mask to fall Showing an ugly, pock-marked
the pensioners sit The pockmarked pigeons peck on their own shit There's a man going round and he's calling your name I was dead before and I'll be dead again
across the landscape The land is pockmarked by the shells sent to scathe Many standard rounds and some rounds more sinister With the gasses that fuse with
We were so innocent The years rolled up so slow Though we were confident The flood pockmarked that road I don't regret it often That's all I'll say
fondly remembered Thought the collective long-since dismembered Writing confessions to crimes not committed The mirrors in hallways, pockmarked and pitted
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