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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 01:59 am (UTC), chasingwords commented:
She licked her fingers
and no more than nothing
she evaporated into steam.
We sucked her up,
trapped her in a teacup,
sent her through our heart
via the blood stream.
Deoxyginated.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:09 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
In twenty years, I said to them,
No business in money.
I shall be instead
A traditional, fitted wooden storage box.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:11 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
A coffin for the man
who died
of sever chill.
Arse, to that.
Hand him a red rose,
he is nothing more
than a cheep flower salesman.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:19 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
The last joke I made
Was of the suited employer taking her hand
And leading her into the sunset.
The envelopes are in shreds,
The addresses intact and hidden.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:23 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
I can't make any jokes.
People make the mistake
of taking them wrong
and laughing.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:46 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
I learned every shaggy dog by heart
I slit my throat to make them laugh.
And every quote, and anecdote,
Until I heard his voice.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:55 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
Don't go into the priesthood
if you don't believe in God.
Don't sail a boat
if you can't swim.
Just grin and bear it
swear it
you'll never be anyone
but you?
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On January 14th, 2006 02:59 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
I can't believe
Until I've believed.
I am blind as my Orpheus, you see,
And no rosary can cure me.
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On January 14th, 2006 03:01 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
I broke the very first set of beads I was given.
They cut into the soles of my blackened feet.
I have several nightmares, in which he leaves me.
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On January 14th, 2006 03:03 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
The chain I broke was my father's,
A Spanish execution.
I break the turn from the table
And engrave the voice into my head.
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On January 14th, 2006 03:05 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
He stopped singing one day
and the flowers stoped photosynthesising.
We each have our saviour
me and you
you and me.
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On January 14th, 2006 03:10 am (UTC), lah_de_dah replied:
The day they prise his flowers from his fingers
And lay them at his stone,
I do not want to wake up.
It is lucky you are there to let them grow,
Pick them,
Press them into my fingers,
And be my Bilo.
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On January 14th, 2006 03:13 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
;_;


goodnight my biggles,
goodnight my dream
tomorrow isn't quite as
frightening
when you're there
to fill my eyes with
more than tears.
I think we both cried
and always will.
Maybe that's why I love you?
Maybe that's why you love me?
For ever and ever and ever
My biggles you will be.
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