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March 7, 2005
terminus
I sort of hanged myself that day
When I turned and walked away...
Nobody ever knows the pain we feel
Especially at vain regret...
And so
I caught the next
And ended up
At the end of the line alone
Crying as too tired I tried to write
My squeaky excuses on wet metal
With my empty indelible pen.
Paul Fryer - Terminus
Posted by amin at March 7, 2005 8:58 AM
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