remains of a day

July 30, 2012
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rocking as I travel miles from you on this train
the remains rattling in the luggage tray
behind the glass you seem further, blocked from me by the infuriated rain
Juliet is in prison you know I would free her if I had a way
But then again it’s better that we don’t try, for fear the pain
The longer we wait
I feel our flesh decay
In slow decomposition there is no pain as bad as it hurts to be tame

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