Naked Rafter
Naked rafter in my soul,
What will it take to make you whole?
In the attic of my mind
You are the peace I cannot find.
Cory's bullet? Cleo's asp?
Cobain's nightmare? Hutchence's gasp.
Naked rafter, clothed in hope,
Wrapped up in a hangman's rope.
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