damned if you do,
damned if you dont,
when the gravedigger calls your name,
speak up.
Taken by the wrist,
with the most delicate touch
by the time you bleed out,
most of this will be forgotten,
and forgiven.
I hear it too.
you can,
but I refuse to let it take me.
I did it again.
I am lower than
the sun can reach.
7/7/07 5:43am
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