mathbox homeless

and worries, calculating
lost days long days spent
driving
words on a page
let rip, i tore you
from my life that day maybe
sometimes it's so easy
to look back
others, memory
you're a stab in the gut
long slow, bleeds to wanted death

wishes sometimes
more

2003-11-19 | 6:15 p.m.
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