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I L-o-v-e Y-o-u
dare I whisper
barely out loud, but gently, to myself
and you sleep at the tip of a wave, covered by petals
dreaming with pouting ..
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Smoking in chains and rushing in love
and these poisonous circle-thoughts drowning me, though containing an echo of irony
I am Bono playing Coltrane..
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I am pretending to be strong and wise
a coach of metaphorical nonsense
as the surface of the pond is full of frogs
singing beggingly, with o..
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With hooks I am hanging from the ceiling and
looking at my dreams with half-awake eyes,
squirming to familiarly fluffy
And no more can I judge my..
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Never shall I stop singing
though out of tune, rugged harp hastily thrown at my shoulder
A cherub with a funky shake of a booty
and a sparrow-quilt..
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Witch energy, black magic
and so echoes a schemeful laughter in the cave.
Be there for the victim rugged
a green mad's gaze
a last sight before f..
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OH, THE DRAMA!
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Continuing the series of music...this time with a hint of erotica, dash of love.
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