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മഞ്ഞു കണങ്ങളെ
നിങ്ങള്‍ തന്‍ തഴുകലില്‍
പിന്നോട്ട്പോയെന്‍
മനസ്സൊരു ശലഭമായ്
പൊങ്ങിപ്പറക്കുമാ
അപ്പൂപ്പന്‍ന്താടിക്കായ്‌
പമ്മിനടന്നൊരാ
ബാല്യത്തിലേക്കങ്ങ്...
Looked in the mirror, nd
I didn't recognize who I saw
I placed my hand on the mirror, and
My jaw dropped in awe

She was skinny and pretty
Everything I wanted to be
I turned away and shed a tear
That isn't me...

I stared at her
For a minute, I think.
I tilted my head, she stood straight
I just saw my reflection blink
you're about as
quiet as lightning
& just as much ;
you put the light in it
I'm counting down from two-thousand,
slowly
quitting breakfast and everything early
that bird can keep it like:
what am I supposed to do if I can't have you
what kind of a sudden is it breathing cause I have to \
****** the gasps I caught you stealing-
Saturday mourning on Wednesday's feelings
saying
I like Monday cause, Friday's fleeting

I own the rest of my hair, you know
you own my body
I'm as open as the screen-door you broke
& you did handstands for someone else already
otherwise I'd listen, cause
I can't find the lyrics in splitting
can't find the best in bleeding
that love was airplane-waiting
that love was
silent begging, restless leg\
restless blinking
rip the
day out my weeks baby
till all I keep lie sleeping
take me back to "I didn't see it coming"
take me back to that night you thought you loved me
There's  method to my madness
Please, set my midnight sorrow free
My heart is beating me to death everyday, and
I make up  memories
In my head
To fill the emptiness
You have left.

My mind
Runs away to you
With a thought
I want you to read

I've been here before,
Every feeling
Every word
I've imagined before

When will I see you again?
I often think
About where i've gone wrong
Well, it's what you learn after you
"Know it all"
That counts
Love first appears as you
window shop the quiet streets of
Hogansville , Georgia with a friend , quite
convinced your on the Avenue Montaigne in Paris , France ...
Copyright April 15 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

Hogansville is a beautiful Georgia town 65 miles southwest of Atlanta
Hannah Henna slinging hash at least
She's not the ***** who forty years
or more ago made me her
***** and my *** could be no sorer

I never even married her
I have no ring to blame
They forged the signatures to look
Then made me' look like such a schnook

I sorely want to knock up heather
But, all she'll make are crack babies
I don't know how to diaper them
At least she doesn't ******* men

Wish all my children, real and' pretend
Would one day forgive me for their mothers' sins
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