it’s too late in the year
for a remedy
to dispel the facts as they surround us like barracudas
looking for a snack
it’s far too late
and the sun is nothing shorter than dead
nothing blacker than
her hair
staring at me
instead of her eyes
no one could say a thing
and I know this
‘cause no one did
And that’s all I needed to hear
For me to know
It’s time for me to turn my ticket in
And to
Give up the show
My witness is no longer needed
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