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"this is what is going to send us *all over the edge!"* somebody's worried about falling into the saint laurence seaway and i'm worried about falling into a waterfall just past the edge of the blade *(all the money in the world could probably buy me my peace of mind but it couldn't buy me happiness and it would leave everyone else in the world without any money)* and this life my friends is what is going to send us all over the edge. s m o t h e r me in fresh snow m u f f l e d through notes to self s c r i b b l e d on scraps of paper to a p p o i n t m e n t s i never met and call the weekend a stanza just one stanza in a poem of months and time *(to be one person and lost is not much to the world but it is one person's entire world to be lost)* break my back split my heels **** winter except don't because i like winter i just want something anything to curse at blame my mood on scuff my cash on knit my apron on ***** my lid on so tight that someday i'll explode this is what is going to send us all over the edge *(i don't live in a vacuum but neither do you)*
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Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
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"this is what is going to send us *all over the edge!"* somebody's worried about falling into the saint laurence seaway and i'm worried about falling into a waterfall just past the edge of the blade *(all the money in the world could probably buy me my peace of mind but it couldn't buy me happiness and it would leave everyone else in the world without any money)* and this life my friends is what is going to send us all over the edge. s m o t h e r me in fresh snow m u f f l e d through notes to self s c r i b b l e d on scraps of paper to a p p o i n t m e n t s i never met and call the weekend a stanza just one stanza in a poem of months and time *(to be one person and lost is not much to the world but it is one person's entire world to be lost)* break my back split my heels **** winter except don't because i like winter i just want something anything to curse at blame my mood on scuff my cash on knit my apron on ***** my lid on so tight that someday i'll explode this is what is going to send us all over the edge *(i don't live in a vacuum but neither do you)*
Copyright 11/24/16 by B. E. McComb
#depression#winter#edges
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be-mccomb
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Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
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