The Vault
There's not much left
To scream about
There's no one left to blame
Except perhaps for tortured tears
From longing & from shame
And wondering why
Sometimes we choose
What's left us broke
And lame
To question why we congregate
To those
We cannot tame
April 26, 2000
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