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vincent armone

(1/24/70 / Brooklyn)

Waiting for the R


Waiting for the r
I exhale my week over
my sanity regained

The light in the tunnel
the happiness it brings
my weekend is here
waiting for the r

Like a speeding bullet
I am shoved into the pit
slammed against the steel
no longer waiting for the r

My body twisted
my head all that is exposed
trapped between
the platform and the r

They bring me a priest
they bring me my wife
they back up the train
and untwist my life
I look to the heavens
no more waiting for r now just waiting
for the all powerful god

Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, February 02, 2011
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