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not blue, only slightlypurple around the mouth,as i speak dawn, comingfor the new sky, it feels cold,the way i am made of rainand wind inside, lately,..
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when i called you names,i call only my lovers, i was hoping it wouldn't bethe same with you, a thought that paledas we went on kissing,then after that..
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i especially love Dmitri Shostakovich W#2 - this is in honor of him
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you can love a poet, you can love anyone, but you can't fall in love with anyone, who falls in love with everyone
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i've seen through your eyes,i am bare-boned, not made of light,but of burgundy in the wound,you were drunk, when i was born,as drunk as happiness,you'..
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we face the wallbecause no one cares anymore, what our love did for us,we face the door,to admire the world it has been for us,living together,leaving..
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for yours are the words,i will keep, to listen tobefore i sleep, to rememberwhen i wake, the only breath,i won't let go, the first one,i will set free..
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diamonded, the ring fingerof your writing hand over hisno violin trio, the two of youalone in the room, everyone,an extra in this prologue,write somet..
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i wanted to read you,as if you are words,that i wouldn't know,if you were only a face,i wouldn't understandwhat your eyes would say,i know a few words..
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who were you thinkingwhen you think of anyonewho could love you,the way you love someone,who doesn't love you,you don't think of love,anymore the way ..
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