Honesty does not pay
as my days rattle with
another disturbance/
All we have done will
kill us off earlier than
expected – by a hand
unknown [‘til it grips
& doesn’t loose until
breathing is crushed]
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Honesty does not pay
as my days rattle with
another disturbance/
All we have done will
kill us off earlier than
expected – by a hand
unknown [‘til it grips
& doesn’t loose until
breathing is crushed]