OUTLASTING MOTHS
12/30/2008
Glass Eyed
I have a heart who
would believe it since
my eyes are white with salt.
I have died too many
times before to miss the warm
regret of blood. Now you know
whose voice will call
to others in the night.
Wave goodbye my darling, wave
goodbye.
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