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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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AddedFebruary 24th, 2010
Last updatedMarch 5th, 2022
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