Shady's the cleaned up version —
honesty would lean toward unscrupulous,
murky, underhanded, devious.
My life made gangster films chick flicks.
I'd laughed at foolish promises of peace
with some kind of inventory then confession.
But while the way's still somewhat murky,
all kinds of people hurt, of debts to pay,
still, a glow to the east says darkness could end,
a path could open leading me out of the shadows.
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