and travel far from here.
Maybe it surprises you
after so many years
that I will be gone.
Tomorrow I will set my house on fire
and sing some naughty songs.
Will you be hurt?
Will you finally notice
that I am also hurt?
Tomorrow I will stick my heart in my head
and wear a red hat.
The entire town will see me
sounding the alarm upon your street.
The entire town will see me!
Tomorrow I will leave
and yet will always remain here.
Maybe you will laugh,
maybe
at my roguish manner….
at my roguish manner….
Dead is what I wish to be.
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