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White knuckle night in the old house. A lighter flame shines an amber glow then burns out. Whispers carry through the heat pipes. While the old hope darkens the new hope dies. The faucet screams. The ashtray smiles. And learns to laugh with familiar sighs, the ones that keep us up at night. And hell pushes on like a diesel-hearted freightline into the casket of my arms.
Stave off sorrow with a steak knife. Ballerina with a bottle down the bannister. Carve your initials in my palm, over the the lifeline. Taste the bitter blood a better burn to bury us.
On the roof throwing bricks at the stars. Watching the night sky bleeding out. And I clean up with a gas pump for a shower head. While you drop matches on the ground.
Time approaches with the daggers. Just another thorn of life. The dirty hardwood. The darkened ceilings. Can we blame it on the season?

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