April 7, 2010

It tied my stomach in knots and nots.
Put on my holey socks, my holey socks.
My knees they rattled and shook and quaked.
Put on my dirty jeans, my dirty jeans.
My eyes turned to facets and my body its drain.
Put on my raining boots, my raining boots.
My breath became shallow and hot, it stank.
Put on my tear stained scarf, my stained scarf.
Today was over, before the sun woke up.
Put on my crooked smile, my crooked smile.
Today was over, the day I chose.
put on my crooked face, my crooked face.

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