Whether the glass is half empty
or whether it's half full,
I'm still drowning in the
waters of this vessel that
I'm in...its funny,
mystery and romance,
topical depressions,
watching dead can dance
in the near light
of this waning candle
I hold my hand aloft one more time
and I wonder....
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If you give me a rope
I promise not to hang
myself with it
as long as I can hold on
to it instead.
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