Cabeza*

Passing by the wayside just a moment from the pits
Commas turn to full stops and it's looking like we've reached
the end
Bitten by the moonlight unaware of where we sit
Letters slide off pages, rearrange themselves to 'start again'

Too late it's past time for....
Can't say this, no line to see

This doesn't fit any more
I've counted all the places, forgotten all the ways in which it
used to cover me
Fell to the floor
Don't want it to be wasted but giving up's the lesser of the evils
that I see
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