December 5, 2007
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Holding onto the rope,
holding onto memories we hold
in our hearts.

You said close your eyes, I'll be
back before you open them again
with drifted away
leaving me with this crude frayed edge

holding onto this rope, holding onto
memories I hold and you

seeing you with them, laughing,
looking down on the less fortunate
you're not who you used to be

holding onto a rope
letting the smooth waxed fibers roll
off my palms

watching the splash rise and fall and
dissapear like nothing ever happened

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