May. 10, 2011,23:18

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Rubber Knecking
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every breath
is a mile
a chance at
something new
a hopeful
final push
but this is labor
to find myself
at the bottom
with no resolution
and who could
really know
if this end makes means
and who, pray tell
could really know
how much the Abyss
steals your soul
each time you can't
help but look into it?