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I am looking for room to die honorably
August, a girl who held my hand at last, so lovingly a bird that I do not know the name of visited me at night I feel the highways contract like muscle for that final leap see, if you kiss me here while the days are still so long, it will have to stop we will have to feel our way through the night eventually someone's night the things we could do there leaves will fall but I will wear my tenderness like a glove until the palms wear out I think the bears are dreaming of dreaming the nights feel that heavy now the sun wept purple tears someone explain this to me, how to reach out when everything is trying so hard to let go I am so ripe I could be cut in two and sold whole twice these thoughts and others have begun to trouble me please turn me, please point me home Comments are closed.
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