When last I spoke to Carol I said:
I can't pretend it gets easier.
she said:
I've hung on,
I have edged around this narrow
ledge since the day I was born in 1975.
When last I spoke to Carol I said:
I can't pretend I feel love for you.
she said:
I've hammered a smile across this pasty
face of mine since the day I was born in 1975.
When I said goodbye to Carol
black earth upon the casket fell
she had faded to
something I always knew
to the rescue
nobody ever comes.
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