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snickers
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: detroit
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So Ethan (Crowquill) posted a bulletin on myspace just now and I saw that his display name was 'Closed Hands', I thought about what open hands would be like.
My hands are open
I let everything fall through As the floor opens up I fall too In the sticky beer covered wood You are stuck the exact same way As we fall fast More people have terrible things to say Your salty tears get into my pockets We don’t know what fists belong in which eyes As we drink under the table Cold hands engulf the varnish and lies We pour the salt water over ourselves And our bodies reject us As the insides finally come out Too many times do I care to fuss But now I finally see how foolish I am I let you trick the holes in me to be afraid of ending As you fall through my shadow The spike pit ground level is already mending I watch you break as my faucet closes You collide with a car As the beer spills under your varnished table More people file obediently into the bar You fall much too fast I’m not strong enough to catch your weight As the flowers fill your grave Cold hands are held too late
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