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Author: commemorativemisery
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/General - Reviews: 4 - Published: 09-15-06 - Updated: 09-15-06 - Complete - id:2246967

It's a long way for an answer.

Is there trauma? Or a struggle?

Am I missing? Was my body found?

--

Morning calls for pain relief.

A line above the step below the worst that you could do.

The best that you could hope for,

Is hardly the best.

--

Death--they want to chase the pills

With turpentine and chamomile

And don't get cheap with the wine.

--

Chasing the Ghost of a good thing.

Haunting yourself as the real thing

Is getting away.

--

Sometimes you have to fall

Before you’re found out

I am so resilient.

I can bend and not break.

--

It takes a city girl to lie about the dreams she had.

But Lord, it takes a lonely one

to wish that she had never dreamt at all.

--

Burned more than once. Don't think much of trust.

Dig your ditch deep enough to keep you clear of the sun.



© Copyright 2006 commemorativemisery (FictionPress ID:521618).


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