&a poem
napkin from the postcafé
thinking of a thing
i did the other day
how EASY i condemn the past
how quickly i came to hate yesterday
----
we have no place to run to
no cave to hide in
so bring it on
drag it all out
time to face it all
let's go down with a smile, shall we?
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every time
she snaps her
fingers i think it
sounds like another
gun shot aimed at my
core
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some people figure
it all out but
they seldom remain
sane enough to tell
the rest of us.
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BANG!!!
(back.)