martes, 30 de septiembre de 2008

Goodbye

I leave tomorrow and they say till the end.
I crave a lesson and they say I would no longer depend.
The rooster sang, and my bowels stopped.
The morning came, and my artery popped.
I was no longer a number, they owned me now.
A trumpet sang my departure as your tears sank on the ground.

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