you have to cry until you breakin order to make or utter a small song,to scream so much to fill the holes of absencethat’s what you did, what I did.
she killed herself young—an overdose of Seconal, at the age of 36—
SOMETHING
night as you go
lend me your hand
work of a teeming angel
days commit suicide
why do they?
night as you go
good night
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