December 2009
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Some People Wish They Were Dead
I just wish I could feel alive.
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Faded Memory
I want to hold your polaroid next to my heart.
Because now that you’re gone, that’s all you left me.
Along with lung cancer and a damaged liver.
So quickly snap a picture, before I collapse.
Nobody will be seeing any more of me soon.
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Maze
The past is the past.
And the future is grim.
And ashes of the Polaroids will last forever.
Longer than diamonds or gold.
But we’ll get lost in this haze of broken dreams.
And separate and grow apart.
I’ll hope for you’re memory to fade away as quickly as you did.
Faster than the spark of the match, you used to light your cigarette.