the

the time you called



to tell me you were dead
















.

I knew you'd go back drinking
no matter how sober you'd beome
on a given day
I knew you were dying
doomed like a dome with out a place
to cap

its Rome and death
was your statuesque name








.





I repeat myself


always



&






now




I am crippled



like a spent



one

who's killed his knight.









Repeat




myselves


















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