soul?
what the hell is soul?
heart?
what the hell is heart?
memory mories
lies lie
life is a crude prude
poetry is a poo ahem
excuse me while
the dusk settles
on sunny days and sad days
as sure as night
follows day
the ratchet a condescension
to the rise and fall
the helter skelter
we love to climb
we slide to fall
that ends it all
when the ladder has rotted
ghost?
what the hell is ghost?
death?
what the hell is death?
come on tell me
tell me
come on
come on
shit!
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