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I think my hand fits yours
quite well.
I think your heart fits mine.
Quite disturbing really
how I can't seem to breathe
without you.
I heard a song that was about you
and all the chords they reminded
me of you
and Wilde said honey, my biography
is for you
and we laughed at his stupidity.

You broke every bone in my body
shattered like a glass
and Wilde said honey there
aint no sun without you
and I cried at his audacity.

Round the back of the schoolyard
over the burnt out hills
under the cock strung blues
and into the melody.

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On January 14th, 2006 01:55 am (UTC), chasingwords commented:
It's almost nothing.
I picked a flower and thus
it died.
You were a fighter pilot
I think.
You flew above me
and into the sky.
Maybe not.
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On January 14th, 2006 01:59 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
We're profound. We are lightbulbs.
We take our twists with Sapphire,
Swallowed down with sixpence shine.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:00 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
We are the sin.
Because we broke him?
I think you should at least
try
to stick him back together.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:05 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
I loved them like my children,
Green, yellow and purple.
Plastic cubes and elastic,
Still more than any kiss.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:10 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
And I'm begging you.
Make each child a colour.
Take out a crayon
and draw across the papery sky.
Violet for when she cried
Green for her first tooth
and Red for when she died on
the hard cold ice.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:15 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
Each lie tore across her painted face,
Streaking us both in paint,
Imperfect anecdotes
Always more interesting than insatiable.
She needs you more than she loves you.
I shall paint in tones,
Run the gamut of lovers from
A to B.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:17 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
I had a box once,
and wrapped up in its
asian finery, it told me
how much I needed her
and how she vauled my words.
I bought a china doll,
to recreate the magic
but her porcelain sits
on dusty sills in the city.
Swipe a finger across my cheek.
It is made of china.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:25 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
If ever I told you
Whatever you knew
If ever we weren't
Whatever we are,
Would you have lost interest
Beyond the preface?
Would it kill us both,
If we fell from the sky
And into the sea?
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On January 14th, 2006 02:28 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
Maybe if we fell
we'd fall for once.
Maybe if we died
we'd die for once.
And hey my love its not the end
they said we'd never.
I think maybe we'd fall upwards.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:33 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
Maybe we'd find a way
Of cleaning our elbows of dirt,
And straightening our ties
And parting our hair.
Maybe we'd just rather
Stumble, now and again.
Maybe we'll hear mandolins.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:36 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
Maybe its good to die once in a while.
Maybe, I don't really care if I do.
Maybe it's nice to cry every hour
Maybe if I die, I think I'd die with you.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:41 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
Maybe we'll find the wrong route
Go down the wrong road
And end up at the harbour,
Just in time for our own departure.
You and I, we shall be in Arcadia
By lunch-time.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:52 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
Four fingers
one for each week until I see you.
We might sail somewhere
if the paper boat season allows it.
If it looks like rain, we'll
hoist the sails
and pretend.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:55 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
I have heard there is a place
Down a filthy back alley,
(Shimmy twice around Eros)
Bang bang, Burlington arcades.
That was made for people like you and me.
It has not been built, the foundations not discovered,
There is no-one quite like you.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:58 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
(Perhaps thats a good thing)

Do you think it will be
as perfect as it should?
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On January 14th, 2006 03:00 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
I will slip into your pocket,
No eyes or lips, just sound
And together we will roll away the sun.
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On January 14th, 2006 03:02 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
Do you think the world is ready for us?
Are my questions too much?
I'll be waiting at the schoolgate
at twenty past midnight.
Bring your clarinet
and I my red bow tie.
We will wear black
and do it so elegantly.
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On January 14th, 2006 03:06 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
I will wake up before I sleep.
I will make a racket,
I will make them stare,
I will make them hate.
I will slip my hands into my gloves,
And I will tuck our tickets
Into my socks.
I will,
I will,
I will.
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On January 14th, 2006 03:09 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
You better.


Snow reminds me of you.
Obviously you were born first
and are the first thing in my song.
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On January 14th, 2006 03:17 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
There is no ink
Without your sweet compound.
There can be no poetry
Without your candle to light our first steps.
Obviously, the mean the mode the median
Is all a bunch of wank.
What we have here
Are words in starlight.
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