Homage To Their Meaning
I've never seen you stammer
songs
There's no minding whatever
someone
left out in a story
left out in a story
What part of past isn't given
To crying? To what debt
Shall I burden the pen?
In crime there's witness
To nothing. To no one
I play my piano now
Someone's sitting's a love for fat
Someone's standing sobers the flat
Our body's sweat. Everything's wet
Everybody's somebody's
Person to forget
Labels: David Foster Wallace, Mark Haddon
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