not today
not this moment
look at her
really look
why
why born at all
they should have stopped at four
brown shards on the kitchen floor
one ear one tear
one girl
one world
no room for five
no room for this life
erase
erase
erase
not today
no good head space today
just smile and take another order
hit harder
hit me hard till i swell at the throat
tug me along as i float
then erase
erase
erase
Thursday, August 17, 2006
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