DG (9/19/1963 / )

One More Step

The lost live in another world,
their tragedy is stitched togethere
by the hands of our silent god, and
seperation,
isolation,
confindement,
and a painted white door
that has blood on it, your
blood, my blood, still he keeps
his silents, , , and me, i walk
to the edg, look down, and
wisper one more step, just
one more fu cking step.

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daring, tragic. playing for a prime-time dream. love, sjg