the grey train slides slowly, howling deeply, taking me into the black
Monday, December 03, 2007
this is the last one

you've read it before anyway

the last one

about

the nights spent burning
for you
for this city
for something
to feel
just about anything
even if it
is always

whatever

you
think
it

always

is

the last one
that became swallowed bricks
of broken ego
shattered faith
shunned acceptance
and laughable narcissism


this is the last one you'll ever read

and it just so happens
that

this is

the last one



i'll ever write



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