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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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He stumbled onto faith and thought God, this is all there is The pictures in his mind arose and began to breathe and all the gods of all the worlds began colliding on a backdrop of blue blue lips, blue veins blue, the most human colour. How do I feel? I feel in suspension, in circumstance, in isolation, in other dimensions. Mindlessly, my eyes itch, my throat croaks, and I choke on my salt and vinegar, bile on my lips and heavy on my tongue. That's as much as I should say though. Feeling sorry for myself should be a crime. |