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my talisman of protection,
hanging heavy around my neck,
doesn’t do anything except:
fake me out,
fool me,
let me pretend.
but that’s good enough for me,
as long as i’m not musing
about my imminent fiery death.
hanging heavy around my neck,
doesn’t do anything except:
fake me out,
fool me,
let me pretend.
but that’s good enough for me,
as long as i’m not musing
about my imminent fiery death.
when i'm paranoid about shit and i can't sleep, i look at my arizona ring. there's a symbol of protection on it, and though rationally, i know that it wouldn't really help to stave off the zombie apocalypse, it makes me feel better.
ReplyDeletewhat i'm saying is, i get you.