HANDCUFFS
Wouldn't that have been the
case; if you'd never opened
that purloined letter we'd have
never learned how to make
things better. Like rats in the
sewer, running down the hole.
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I figured that phrase would go to
waste, holding forth atomically
like that with no one watching. I
never knew about self-inflicted
wounds - are they better, or
are they worse? I always figured,
nonetheless, they're the same, no
matter how you get them.
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Soon. Or sooner than later anyway,
none of the really matters. We are
handcuffed to this stagecoach
that takes us downhill.
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