you know your part.

2005-06-16 5:06 p.m.

crack and curls and blank spots in the filth, the summer lost track of me and he
found me cornered in my heaven, both hands
burnt from their thorough retribution

i have built my own salvation in comparisons
in sacrifices, in this
one room apartment with it's company of voices
of ghosts come before me, picked up and left
accountable to nothing

i am accountable to myself.

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