By distant moon
Date: 2001 May 21
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As Those Useless

Blasphemy
She read my mind and I cried like that baby doll
She used to have...

Catastrophe
Catastrophic as those useless trees
We kept in the back yard
Growing until they died, and fell on us
In our swings
Singing

Cancellation
Your favorite shows and all you know
You never got to see the end of it all
I'll comfort you tonight
Your wounds from all your fights
As they would say
I'm a medic
Of the soul

And you
Oh you, are in control.