Slipping my wrists
into the slits of your soul
Awakens me to the pain
of borrowed time
Slamming doors awaken me
to all of your days of old
Always trying to forget
the stamps of my own
daguerreotype
Splicing the dice
until we both rolled
our lives away
Splicing the dice
until we both rolled
our lives away
Playing for keeps
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