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[caspiancomplete]

i think,
when i used to make
suicide a fantasy
i was more interesting.
all the way back then.
back when
they were just a pair of open legs.
and all my friends
werent just another whistling enemy
kicking a rock down a damp heated street.
it was just under the streetlights
that seperated our homes.
so lets discuss seperation
some other time.
and as for now
its these potential broken bottles
and freshly cut palms.