A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.
You look so tired, unhappy :-(
I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises,
SILENCE
This is my final fit,
my final bellyache
Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden...
With no alarms and no surprises, PLEASE
Sunday, June 7, 2009
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