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nd did i mention that are still those days
where i can hardly lift my head up from the
or out the window of the plane
for disaster
sometimes i run out of reasons
but the clock ticking and the minutes keep coming
and all i can do is rise to the hours
let the air out of these
killing
staring into corners or at strands of her
for the call that tells me where to next
wishing i could trade these stupid
for hollow shells
before move that I make equals check-mate
did i just say
this is not for her
no matter what ie or longed for
or that her still moves along these walls
in this pen
(ie promises)
this is for Buk, for rane, for Wes, and for Marty
who keep their barrels and ready
the few I would trade ten days to spend one hour with
rare a ruby at the bottom of the sea
beautiful the sparrow in the kittens jaw