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I saw a great sign the other day.

"True friends stab you in the front"

I think it speaks for itself.
I would rather know the pain is coming, then having hit you with no warning. That is what really kills.
::::
The chains
'round      my
ankles      are
sterling fine
the
very
   best      that  
I could
find
:::
The
chains   'round
your     neck
are purest
gold
and
the      lock
will      cost
your
very
SOUL



So­ulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 17
2014
 Sep 2014 Nick Moser
Rupal
R.I.P
 Sep 2014 Nick Moser
Rupal
Don't come to my wake
if you hear I am
having one.
If you come they will wonder
why I lay awake
at my wake
still looking for you.
Don't spoil the party please.

Don't come to the drop-off
or i may never take-off.
Please don't fool me again.
My friends await, my only friends
who accept me as I come
and even lick my wounds.

After the feast, my heart untouched
Battered and broken yet beating
for you.
Don't come to claim it please.
 Sep 2014 Nick Moser
Rupal
Crackpot
 Sep 2014 Nick Moser
Rupal
Nothing belongs
to you or me.

Teach me O Master
to live like a mirror
that
speaks not
conceives not
rejects not
contains not

Break all moulds
the ones I know not
especially ones I know.
Take away things
what I need not
especially ones I need.

*Nothing to lose
no life to cling to.
No doing, no undoing
You call, You consume
i wait to dissolve.
You're a shovel.
Digging a deep hole in my chest.

I can feel my every breath
whirling around with no way out.

Make it stop.
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