Person, Set to Music

The world set in a stone.

All I could draw forth was blood.

 

The world untwisted on a barstool.

We talked about race, then class.

 

I protested that I had the world in my pocket.

My friend, he gifted me a yo-yo version.

 

I set glass on the balance.

Why does my heart always outweigh?

 

I’m lost but for my honesty,

which is critically acclaimed

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