it's true.
i let it all go.
doesn't look as though it's gone.
but i know it is.
you should know too.
the visitors that hold you down all know.
i don't understand how they can, but they do.
it's colder than it was yesterday,
maybe because all of my friends are dead.
a few of them are still hanging in the corner.
they certainly took their skeletons along for the ride.
the empty moments left over are filling up the spaces ...
but there's a lineup,
not even jesus is on the list.
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