The Enemy of the Good (eideteker) wrote,
The Enemy of the Good

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If she don't hold me right; she's never gonna get me there

I am Ish and I wished for fish
Now all my wishes shattered fishes
Tattered stitches torn from the fabric of our lives
Splintered knives explode inside
But I abide and on I ride
Down a desperate twisting road
Unseen; alone and cold
* * *
I ride my burro down the mountain
Until it slumps and falls; back broken
And I fall off unconscious into the canyon

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