ATMOSPHERE AND DREAD
That thing dangling - up there -
that's a knife; pointed straight down
above my head, it hangs from a really
frayed string. Sometimes I worry about
every little thing. Not that I'm fearing the
worst or the next, it's just that I realize
I might be carrying the hex. Maybe it'll
get me by the end of the day.
That thing dangling - up there -
that's a knife; pointed straight down
above my head, it hangs from a really
frayed string. Sometimes I worry about
every little thing. Not that I'm fearing the
worst or the next, it's just that I realize
I might be carrying the hex. Maybe it'll
get me by the end of the day.
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