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Drain

[font=Times New Roman][font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]Wasted,
lying wasted in the gutter,
clean and shaven, lying in this rats safe haven.
my skin slipping away,
it will have no part in this day,
this sad sad stuttering
day.
This day filled with sunrises over mountain peaks,
and glittering ice lakes dancing with beautiful feet.
This glorious day, where new born lambs squeak into existence,
the tortoise squeezes under the garden fence
searching for greener pastures. Finding only greener stares.
My Stare, looking skyward, stripped bare,
waiting for the lonely rain to hide away the vainglorious stain.
I taste the dirt,
of a thousand exhaust pipes,
my thirty five year old fingers grip the collar of my shirt,
and pull, pull with all their might until I lie,
naked ..
and wasted,
dreaming of the gutter.
The clean clean gutter.
The Rats safe haven.
The Rats salvation.[/font][/font]