Straight Edge
ponder what it all means
your life without me in it
no longer wasting your time
this fish gone from the line
what will you do with that space?
when I'm gone without a trace
a straight-edge razor cut
redemption won't hold you up
my gift to you, your space
a memory cd erased
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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