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the phone rings
but I hesitate
they'll want an answer
but I'm in no state
to decide, to cry, to love, or even to speak

I sit and stare
inside the wall
I think if i pull those planks
this whole damned house will fall
but that's too much change, too scared, too weak

so I settle
for the easy fix
because you can't fight fire
with gasoline and sticks
it's my job to fold, like a sieve, I'm made to leak

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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