It was that day
The one I got pulled out.
Pulled out into the cold.
Out into the neon light.
Was I alive?
Or was I still not?
As I was silent...
With no first rook.
Ah.. the umbilical
Around my neck.
What the fuck!?
And why?
I guess it wasn't written
By the Hand...Above.
It does not matter - my own is writing
Here, now.
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