MAYBE I'LL JUST DISAPPEAR
Gotta' take my leave of everything, hit the
dead ground running, scuttle up the coal-flat
landscape, eat my words like dirt. There's part
of me that just won't stay. See those gruesome
windows, someone peering in to each one.
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I hear-tell of other times - when mice will
scurry the grassy-warm fields and the birds
will perch on each clothesline. Just like for
a minute, i want to stop and breath. is there
a sun, and a place for me, really?
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Everything inside me hurts : the heart is a
void, the liver's got no gumption, and the
bitter spleen just overflows. Look, look,
look, just look at the wreck of me.
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