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Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my
hands, staring at the window as the sunlight
demands action. All the energy it takes to close
these bedroom blinds. Wrote this selfish sadness
on a bathroom wall, spent half the span of some
lost culture's rise and fall, but I'm as clueless
as a drooling four year old. Still hoping I might
find the capacity to let you know I know you're
lonely.
So here's the last call for regrets, a final slow
dance through the days that we all hold on to.
Here's the promises I've made, tied too tight to
undo. An unwrapped gift from me to you. All the
slightly insane on the 18 North Main, reaching for
a small-town downtown, night rain, nothing I could
say could be worth saying anyway today. Like Hey,
whatever happened to what's that guys' name?, we
get a little older and it looks the same: askance.
Excuse my failing sense of humour. Here's the
promises I've made; a razor blade and this broken
piece of chain. A history left to rust out in the
rain.
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