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The Healing Power of Death
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- I wake
to ashtrays filled with half burned regrets
and the sent of stale sex
I stumble
over empty bottles
from empty nights
with empty people
I think of Her
Her
Her with a capital (H)
There is always a (Her) in a poem like this
She is with him now
I guess theres always a him as well
we can use a small (h) for him
He was always there
he just waited around until he could pick up the pieces the rest of us left behind
A better man then me?
Well if you believe in that fairy tale bullshit
When she left is when I first began swimming in bottles of quickie death
Quickie Death is a lot like wine
only three times as strong
three times as deadly
and three times as quick
a slow suicide at best
slower then what?
a bullet I guess
but not by much
She is happy now
and I have a jack hammer in my head
as I lie in an empty bed
Thinking of Her
Her
Her
Her with a capital (H)
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Phelps/Hypocycloid: Dreams From Purgatory,
released 01 January 2004
Jim Phelps, Mike Funaiole, John McKusick
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