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Words and Numbers

from Pregnant Boy by mr sterile

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I know words are numbered,
how to make each one count(?).
Babble with the masses,
Write small lines that’s tantamount,
to the value of the worth of my being,
paint a portrait, so others are seeing,
That I was here, here believing,
in not much but my own breathing.

I have a friend with an illness,
not spoken of so socially.
She knows her words are numbered,
and over cigarettes her heartbeats so vocally,
of the need that spins in her being,
of what’s in front, could be the lasts she’s seeing.
Strip away the shitto where home is believing,
that the victory is in breathing.

I met a man, late in his years,
he woke one morning to what he lost.
Well his baby had turned 21,
and saw what all the worthless achievement cost.
Paid in blood, while he was being,
a dutiful father, finally seeing,
that the hurt, the folly of his believing.
But there can be hope in the sound of the breathing.

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from Pregnant Boy, released January 1, 2004

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