last word in edgewise

where's the world bruiser, closing doors for you to walk through and how'd you end up, arm at the end of a needle, closing out the day in the dark.
and baby, where's the sea salt stare that's always vexed me so? left me typing images (transfixed) on the end of your life?

2003-05-10 | 10:49 a.m.
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