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A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. But I, now,
He bad O he bad He make a honky poot. Make it honky’s blue eyes squint
Some clichty folks don’t know the facts, posin’ and preenin’ and puttin’ on acts, stretchin’ their backs.
Beloveds, now we know that we know… Without notice, our dear love can… In the instant that Michael is go… Though we are many, each of us is… Only when we confess our confusion…
Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleev… to peer into my eyes while I within deny their threats and answer them with lies. Mushlike memories perform
The sun has come. The mist has gone. We see in the distance... our long way home. I was always yours to have.
They went home and told their wive… that never once in all their lives… had they known a girl like me, But... They went home. They said my house was licking cle…
Funky blues Keen toed shoes High water pants Saddy night dance Red soda water
Shadows on the wall Noises down the hall Life doesn’t frighten me at all Bad dogs barking loud Big ghosts in a cloud
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone
When I think about myself, I almost laugh myself to death, My life has been one great big jok… A dance that’s walked A song that’s spoke,
We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…
Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing
Beloved, In what other lives or lands Have I known your lips Your Hands Your Laughter brave