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Now I understand:
The pieces missing from my heart --
Discarded by your hand.

You're so black and white
Until I'm black and blue.
Searing. (Colors my world.)

But I don't give a damn.
I'll take the crumbs of self-respect
You've left, and try to be a man.

Now I'm falling out of time.
No reason left, barely a rhyme.
Lost my soul. Losing my mind.

(10/15/2000)
~ 11-08-2003

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