Step One
i've fallen & i can't get up- let up, please, cease; disease,
murder me gone; open wide big fellow, then i'll bury the rest of you in
the lawn.
hello / metal to magnet
you were meant to be my little pet: angel, here, here is where it hurts-
& i point to my chest.
the light's gone out on the rest, way fast, still takin my Crucial Test (my
score is in the negatives). i want to live as (never) before!
want to build a brand new door &
allow it's opportunity to lift me-----
i want to soar.
funny. not. what. they. expected. / projected from my pain to the sky's
drops of rain, flooding houses full of children, full of anonymous loss.
must pay this debt to society, must not let this reality
erase me.
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