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                        "the remaining one"  
 
 

some learn to linger 
some learn to tease 
some learn to hold 
 some learn squeeze 
theirselves to a breeze 
then comes the freeze 
all because of the disease 
   some eyes dialate 
   some eyes modulate 
   some eyes realize 
   much to late 
there's no golden gate 
only ice to skate 
it's written in fate 
   i hear a voice 
   one in of night 
   it twas' not right 
it calls the called 
with echos in the hall 
each knows their fall 
the voice is crawl 
   i see your mouth 
   standing there 
   don't you know 
i'm right here 
or don't you 
even give a 
give a damn 
or even care? 
 

tigh 

 

 the "y" knot 
 
 

why not 
get white hot 
when you go near 
your own kinda fear 
for what you call dear 
it's around the corner 
around the bend. 
when you 
go out near 
your own kinda fear 
for what you call clear 
it's around the corner 
and around the bend 
what is has been. 
please don't 
smut the nut 
he may have the flag 
on which life hangs 
for it's around the corner 
down to the bend 
it's lifes' reflections  that 
distort the bhang 
 

tigh