09/10/07
when all the toxins are gone
& blood is drawn to feel alive,
who's lying now in a pool of self
drowning in unfamiliarity.
when all the pain evaporates
& loneliness is threatened with being left alone,
who plays with knives again
like best friends never known.
when anytime tomorrow gets spent alone
& no pretty souls are pretty girls,
& content's made peace with prior intent
today's got the best chance at life.
-huey
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