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Nov. 3rd, 2004 10:40 am...fuck.
Nov. 3rd, 2004
I am
Between, this place and that
A frayed edge,
Unravelling.
There is a pain here, between
The spider’s thread and the edge of the razor.
I Want, but
Here, inside of this
I Think.
(You know
I never
Need).
Driven (inside)
By anxiety, or by fear
I am walking.
This road is not my own.
I am
Beside the smoke.
The lingering impress of shade on the flank of the tree.
Between, this place and that
A frayed edge,
Unravelling.
There is a pain here, between
The spider’s thread and the edge of the razor.
I Want, but
Here, inside of this
I Think.
(You know
I never
Need).
Driven (inside)
By anxiety, or by fear
I am walking.
This road is not my own.
I am
Beside the smoke.
The lingering impress of shade on the flank of the tree.