***Dedicated to Joe***

These salty lakes pour down from me.
the sticks break and bend under my feet.
theyre at their breaking point.

My steps are weak, without your help im sure to fall.

To where but a mountain of hell.
My steps are weak, my heart angered.
Not breathing at all.

The sticks beneath me have given up.

All I can hope is that your hand will stay with mine, dont let me
fall.
My arms slipped from your loosened grip, Ive fallen here without
you.
 
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