Sunday, November 1, 2009

I'm glad I didn't kill myself

Ruby red leaves, still clinging to the tree

Strike a match, light the fire
I hate the smell of natural gas.
What if I blow
off my face
or asphyxiate
my family

I won't get a chance to see see them fall.
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