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Dec 2014
Forcing my eyes closed
I try to plunge back into dormancy
Clocking out
To dream that dream again
Squeezing the light out
With my hands
A gun,
There’s a boy without a face.
Looking over the black river
Seeming so barren, deadly.
This nightmarish scape
We go somewhere,
I can’t quite recall, but it was handsome.
I ask his name
He tells me.
       I want to die with you
He tells me.
I ask his name
I can’t quite recall, but it was handsome.
We go somewhere,
This nightmarish scape
Seeming so barren, deadly.
Looking over the black river
There’s a boy without a face.
A gun,
With my hands
Squeezing the light out
To dream that dream again
Clocking out
I try to plunge back into dormancy
Forcing my eyes closed
Scottie
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