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to the center

i'll be quiet to keep you quiet.

don't concern yourself with my slow dying

through the vents i hear you sigh

i dont get too high these days

your floor is my ceiling

lights out, you cant come in

if you don't remind me, i wont forget you

if you dont ask, i wont upset you

i am jet black

i am stone cold

jet black to the center

funny like a funeral

i need you to bury me

white noise in black room dust

these hands long for one last touch

hourglass all out of trust

i dont scratch so i wont itch

i dont reach so i wont miss

i taste our last kiss

this is the cure: the same as the symptom

simple and pure: break to keep fixing

patiently nurse, patient and nurse

this is the part i would show you

the part where you say, "i dont even know you"

this is your cue

be glad its through

1:23 a.m. - 2004-05-02

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