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Underground eXperts United
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[ Stained Hands ] [ By Joseph ]
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STAINED HANDS
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poetry by Joseph
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Stained hands that I can't wash enough
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Peeing in the wrong direction
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Most of the time
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I close my door
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And shut off the lights
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Trying to make the most of it
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A scent of my mother stays behind
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Arguing with me
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I don't care
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Could not care less, to be honest
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If I were to look out the window
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A couple of inches to the left of me
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Grey and red
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A man is walking his dog
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Alone
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I guess I can't blame him
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She was here a couple of hours ago
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The scent I mentioned
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Won't leave my apartment
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It's beginning to make me nervous
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Resting, leaning my neck against the red sofa
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The stains on my hand still smells
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I'm afraid I'm getting used to it
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I had my doubt
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There is no question about it
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Though
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Most of the time
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There was flesh, nipples and wine
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And happiness
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Of course
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It could have been better
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It could have been worse
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Of course
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But still
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After all these years
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I see her smiling
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Right back at me
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And I imagine
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The woman of all my nightmares
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Holding my child
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And smiling
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Right back at me
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While I was kind
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Should I?
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Stains left behind
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Did I?
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She made no sound
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Had I?
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I did leave some evidence
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And I did leave my signature
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In her
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I guess I could
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I guess I did
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You looked at the pictures
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You saw the remnants
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I would not be surprised if you perceived me as vulgar
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In fact
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I expect nothing less.
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Put face to face with some basic truths
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I realised
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That loneliness is in fact what I should expect
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And nothing else
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Coming to terms with it was not easy
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Alcohol came and went
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Women as well
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Sometimes showing, most of the time - not
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A surprised expression that daily meets me in the mirror
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Perhaps more truthful than anything else
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Staring back at me
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With the disturbing question of:
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Why and how?
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I told him to shave, and he refused - of course.
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Me, being disturbingly young,
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was not in the position to make demands
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But still
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I tell myself it would have made a difference
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But - I digress
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While you were looking at me
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I did feel a little something
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I did notice
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And it makes some of it worthwhile
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Knowing that
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You are
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Watching me
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uXu #603 Underground eXperts United 2002 uXu #603
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