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I think my hand fits yours quite well. I think your heart fits mine.…

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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 02:29 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
I wanted to be the first to leave.
I wanted to be the one with mo direction
I wanted to be the last one alive
and the first one to die.
I wanted so much more than flight
but all of a sudden my voice ran out
and I couldn't tell her to stop.
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On January 14th, 2006 02:54 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
A thick black spider
ran its legs down my throat.
I tried to
spit
splutter.
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On January 14th, 2006 03:00 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
The strings sing when I sleep.
The mice hear and hide it from me.
Their ears are sensitive
like my heart.
The strings serenade
the tiny creatures
for whom music
is pleasure.
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On January 14th, 2006 03:04 am (UTC), chasingwords replied:
I have five fingers
and you five toes
how many more we shall aquire
only stephen knows.
You put your feet on mine
and we'll swing around the bend
and heaven knows we're chancers
waiting for a dollar two to send.
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