“DISAPPEAR” 16 June 96

Sunset is fufilling
no one can reach me in the night
if there’s less of me to love
then there’s less of me to hate
arms cut and bruised -
so prefect for a child
want to be pure
no hands that hold, no infected desire
nothing can redeem me
when everything is a lie

park the car in cold sunlight
on the Saints day by the ocean
a nations favourite suicide resort
close the door
walk away
take a deep breath
take a chance

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