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one waitress outside a phone booth south carolina sits, keeps killing time, rolls her eyes: roll of dimes. speak of this sick surrounding sin, TEARS ME FROM LIMB TO LIMB WITH HIM. don't know how to let it go, this far away from home. one word was mistaken. the context that it was taken from. write it down, must be sound must be true. i hope you can hear me, my only sanctuary ask: WHY AM I HERE? WHY AREN'T I HOME? as the line bills for the phone. i want it all. work to a fault that breaks us in two. and always at play, the end of the day, i'm alone so are you. old stories, gas stations. repeating conversations spill. can't speak long, the show has to go on. at best i might question the focus of my attention, though, know that i will bring it down. i want it all. work to a fault that breaks us in two. and always at play, the end of the day, i'm alone so are you. one waitress, invading, but i'm content to make her wait. it's all i have so far from home. oh please stay on the phone. |
ow. ow ow ow ow ow ow ow. December 21, 2002
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