When last I spoke to Carol I said:"I can't pretend it gets easier."
she said:"I've hung on, I have edged around this narrow ledge since the day I was born in 1975."
When last I spoke to Carol I said:"I can't pretend I feel love for you."
she said:"I've hammered a smile across this pasty face of mine since the day I was born in 1975."
When I said goodbye to Carol black earth upon the casket fell she had faded to something I always knew to the rescue nobody ever comes.
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