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Jul 2012
one, two,
not dead
three, four,
not dead
five, six,
not sane
seven, eight,
not sick
nine, ten,
not well
not right
not there
nor here
ten, nine
eight, seven
maybe I'll be right
maybe I'll be rain
six, five, four
three's not here, two died in a fire
one's hanging in the corner
the death never ends,
days never cease,
it's all names and numbers and chaos the cure
maybe
maybe not
might as well
**** the hammer on my tongue
spell out my soul on every desktop screen
madness makes the man and mother births the demon
dying in slow motion we get enough time to destroy one another
Devon Baker
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