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The cigarette droops from the pianist's mouthHe puffs as he plays to block it all outHearing already the hymns in the air,his sacred oath is to re-ass..
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Piano talk and dimly lit rooms,flowers quietly falling from bloomPhantom rain in frigid cold,the fog approaching the withered, the oldThe saddest soun..
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You came to the realisation that,
over time, you had lost something essential
Perhaps the wind had reached within you
with cold, skeletal hand, sn..
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Just writing to say that last night, for the first time,you rested your head against my chest.For the first time in a long, long timeeverything was ok..
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The mind a lonely place,
much routine, everything orderly,
perhaps sterile. And you know where everything
is. Too calm.
[so]
And then you ..
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I wish to know you in the dimmest light.
As an essence. As a meaning.
Take me to your lips, as the prophet
to the truth; the adventurer to the je..
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With the sinew, the cell...
with a heart racing too fast
with shallow breath
with entranced eyes in wonder
with endless dreams
and infinite imp..
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You made happy pictures out of crayon.
Imperfect. But bold. Red suns with brilliant
golden rays. Happy girls and ice cream cones.
Blue oceans wit..
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For S. Hurton and close family.
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