Rope

John Edward Smith Jr.

Unlatch the door
        let the leaves blow in
I caught a glimpse
           of who I could have been
                Nathan's wrath takes me
                    wide apart
      I was done before I tried to start
but now
         in quiet I still believe
            I'll overcome
    this fucking need
 to grieve
but I wonder...



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