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Saturday, May 03, 2008

A Candle In The Shed

Goodbye Deborah Jean.
Though I never paid you at all,
You had the grace to kill yourself
While those about you crawled.
They crawled out of your black book.
And they whispered into your phone.
They hanged you from a rafter
And made good your dirty name.

And it seems to me you wished your life
Didn’t vanish in the shed.
Never knowing who to sing to
When the news set in.
And I would have liked to have used you
For a goat and sin
Your wishes burned out long before
My urges ever did…

Image: Polaris

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