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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 03:02 am (UTC), chasingwords commented:
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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