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It’s time to say good evening.
It’s time to say good night.
I’ve sipped enough of life today
To know I’m not alright.

The darkness is quite total.
The darkness is so black.
It is tinged with deepest purple
So little chance of turning back.

Back to the working day light.
Back to the chance I had.
Too deep to then encircle
While I stand upon my back.

Don’t forget how warn and grooved I am.
Don’t forget I’m flat and torn.
Wandering in my puddle
From the day that I was born.

I am lost and I am wounded
I am lost, so bled I’m poor.
Won’t someone tread upon my life
It waits for little more.

September 3rd