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Stay out of the light. Or the photograph that I gave you.
You can say a prayer if you need to or just get in line and I'll grieve you.
you.
Some other way to continue. To hide my face. Another knife in my hands.
A stain that never comes off the sheets. Clean me off.
clothes.
I keep a book of the names and those only go so far 'til you bury them.
So far and down we go. Touched by angels, though. I fall out of grace.
I did it all so maybe I'd live this everyday. Down we go.
Well never again, and never again.
They gave us two shots to the back of the head.
And we're all dead now.
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