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Katie spoke Cantonese,
And was reasonably read,
And the coffee she learned to brew meant that each morning,
Held less sense of dread.

And each day she would write,
For a few hundred words.
She was developing characters,
Honing her voice, it was no longer hers...

Until one of them died,
A development Kate tried so hard to fight.

Keith planned a trip on his own,
Down some yellow brick road.
He had no clue what it was that he wanted,
But guessed that it wasn't at home.

So great heights he traversed,
And at night was immersed,
In the books he'd been given,
By bearded young men in Che Guevara shirts.

And it took him some time,
But he realised that this whole thing wasn't him.
Kissed the road goodbye,
And set off for some more permanent thing.

Claire waitressed for a stint,
At a four-star resort.
And she did not mind the work,
Was known amongst the regs,
For her witty retorts.

All the men thought her lovely,
By no means was she ugly,
But the women saw no reason for it,
They found her insufferably bubbly.

So they were relentless in their jibes,
So she held her head up high,
And although they tried so hard,
They never made her cry,
At least never saw her cry,
Until she went and took it...

All the way down to nothing,
All the way down to the bottom.

All the way down to nothing,
All the way down to the bottom.

And sometimes it shines so dark
For the ones with the brightest dispositions,
The ones who seem to have it all.
We're so susceptible, so gullible, so easy to fool.

And sometimes we cut them down for the ease
With which we fight against the current
Forgetting always the way
It feels when we're pulled down,
Stuck looking up at the faces
Blurring in the distance.

So one just took a blade down the street and tapped out,
Another in the wardrobe with a rope made of towel,
And the pilot light in the bedroom would not go out,
The oven was good enough for Plath so she was out for the count.

One would get lost amongst
The pills on the bathroom floor,
His sentimental call
Saw his friends bust down the door.
They tried to beat him
But they couldn't get him breathing.

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from Between All the Letters, released November 17, 2018

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