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Sombro Jan 2016
Let a cascade
Feel a little more like dew bubbles
Burst to be with you
On a sunny, lawdy day.

Let the crushed eyes
Be squeezed hands
One in the other
Swinging on the bench.

Let the red face
Be the choke of laughter
At the joke we sewed together
Frankensteined away.

Let the bitter teeth
Bite my lip
And take the inked promises
Into something with a life to lose.

Let the hanging head
Fall asleep on my shoulder.

What is such a pain,
But an ivory sheet
Where we may not sleep,
But lose blood?

What is birthing the new day together,
But another way to say I feel it,
But another way to begin again?
The fall told us to begin again.
Sombro Oct 2015
Black twig a candle
Dark candle a bonfire's child
Sigh cold breaths, comfort.
Autumn and people you're comfortable with
Sombro Dec 2014
Sometimes clothes are heavy
Dresses and suits can crush stone
Many pull them off, more take them off
Blood ******* famous

We’re preying on the stupid
So many do not know it
Crawling through the miles of filth
You’ll rarely keep clean

Smog can come from hearts
Fumes of respect gone away
Singing has taken it with clothing
Revealed the rotten core

We try
They don’t.
Famously.
Sombro Jan 2016
I make her laugh
I suppose
I make her fear death
When her heart flutters.

Wings on beaten brows
Heavy with thump thump thump
And the rocking
Of a pianist
Heavy at his keys
Unlocking you
That laugh that you are in me.

Today, I sorrow
For the smiles I didn't see
For the thumps and piano keys
I made without hoping
Without being there.
You smile from afar,
I still feel it

You laugh from afar
I still flutter
You and me
Make music through open teeth
Laugh
Snort
Thump.
A little onomatopoeic, this one. Thump.
Sombro Feb 2016
How many moments
Must be spent
Putting a movie ticket over
What you expect of her.

Love actors give you
Love others talk about
White separate from black
I love
For the first, naked time.

But I say nothing
And pray she'll keep
Her treasure for me
Selfish,
Alcohol said.

What... Am I waiting for?
Whom .. Do I want to be?
I
I want to be her poet
Her artist
Oh god
Before I die.

Should I find her
Locked in the arms of others
I will be rotten
Smashed in the glass she made for me
With nothing but love
That dark, beautiful dream
Of passionate action.
I didn't ask a girl out. I've never felt this way about anyone before.
Sombro Dec 2014
When I was young
I was addicted to my thumb
So older and still
The child in me beat at its walls

Till I threw him away

I was addicted to tears
Sloshing from my eyes
Like the sight of overflowing
Into my family

Until I threw them away

I was addicted
To doing the wrong
To challenge the right in my life
It eventually won

Until I threw it away

And then, in a burning fever
I knew I was too light
Thrown too free
Of all the human chains to each other

Until I picked them up again

So, the long and short
The nutshell
Throwing away sorrows and accepting
Them back, what's my addiction?

I am addicted to playing fetch with myself
Thanks to Stardust for the poem idea
Sombro May 2016
To lose myself in a foggy drug
And cut a misty dream
To blister from the heat between
The love that is as seems

I taste a little bitter
Salty brows of work prolonged
Don't lead me forth on glaciers cold
If you have no heart I wronged.

Shout forthly from the rooftops
And we'll sing like cats together
For you and I we own the moon
And on it planted fields of heather.

For each other for ourselves
Take me out

To explore
I like this one
Sombro Jun 2017
If I said tomorrow
Would be a farewell, I lied
For today is a worrysome lesson
A grant of freedoms rarely wanted

But I never say goodbye forever
Just be one to remember that
Readily I'm returning
Every day, every night
Some way

I'm going to think a while
Throw what taste I have to other customs
Of my own interest, but don't forget
How I was born to see you
At my hand every day

I'm going away to think about what I want
And feel the brink with my toes
To rekindle my passion and
Rid myself of cliché

In days not yet with us
I'll know what I need
Nearer to what I expect to get
And redetermine my pathly vision
To make good of the promise I made
This is a promise to myself. I'm going away for a few days, but when I get back I'll have reestablished what I want out of life and have found the determination to work for it - when I get back. Don't despair
Sombro Jan 2018
At the end
The life is mostly grey
Full of muddy things people never wanted to do

But for those flecks of grace
We'll remember at the end
All we have is a conclusion, a ***** hopelessness
Sombro Feb 2016
Don't count yourself forgotten,

For we carry those we knew.

The best of all your gifts

You've given us in you.
I wrote this for a dear friend, going through hard times.
Sombro Oct 2013
Sweet lady with our sweeter son
read to the boy in bed
have words of wisdom, sage and true
dance in his sleepy head
for in the sky sweet child and I
will paint a poet's dream
and though the day
will make its way
our stars will always gleam
Sombro Feb 2015
Are you like me?
Does gnawing depression find your skin softer than most?
Do you see a mask and
Fear the face behind?
We can do it,
We can make it all ok.
We can reverse the evil necessity of nature.
We have to work,
We have to devalue each other, but
We can make it all ok with the end of the day.

Don't watch tv.
It's built to make you spend.
Learn music.
Learn to draw.
Learn to be happy with what you have.
Then show it to all.
Don't ask for money, for
Only the few can have it.
Give it to those who frown the most.

Try, please try,
To make someone smile
Each day.
Fly, please fly,
Through the tempest behind my eyes
Watch the lightning of thought
And give it away for free
To make all happy.
I like to think that if we all gave something free then we all would be richer. I want to be happy, but that can't happen until other people are.
Sombro Nov 2016
The comments of the ocean
Blend nicely with the brush
Of tipper topper dinky dinghies
That paddle all a hush

Ships sailing on the summer current
Keels are black and leery
With barnacles and treasures trawled at sea
They nose ahead worn and weary

I sigh a little on the plinth of my palm
Propped nicely 'gainst the ivory table
And clink ****** cups, you know
Those little things that make you remember

Shame? Not me. When I watch the birds
They hover without shame
Boasting of the clouds they've visited
And castles up high they are welcome to

Take, take, take the spring breeze that simmers in
I couldn't feel the grace of disgust
I couldn't, I'm too happy
With salt ground tea and seemly company.
A little poem written in an Istanbul café, overlooking the bay
Sombro Jan 2015
A middle aged woman,
In love with the past,
Once told me I had my whole future ahead of me.
Well, yeah,
Where else would it be?
Sombro Dec 2014
I cried last night
It's bad and deflating
But after the tears
My sorrow's abating

But after it happened
After I showed it
I felt one step closer
To sadness and permit

It's strange how the joy
Of sorrow can grow
When the coming gangrene
Of the mind can now show

I told myself things
I never spoke out
But now they're exposed
They're a frostfall of doubt.
Sombro Dec 2014
Let’s make a joke
You and I
About the giddy drinky
About those funny times

You started drowning
And brought up to breath
Where were your children?
Who witnessed that horror?

Let’s chuckle
You lost a little liquid
In your veins
Well so did he
And I saw it

You may have toppled
And built yourself
But his pillars shattered
And I saw

Borrowed senses?
His were gone
Wobbling walking?
He lost his legs
And I saw

What a funny joke
Make it again
And I’ll listen
Because I saw
Sombro Dec 2015
I sought out
A girl whom I could envy
I sought in
A feeling I could control.

Laughing meltwater laughter
Skimming stones with skipping feet
All together
As if nothing were the same as others.

I sought out
A bond forged in experience
I brought in a little less control
I found myself drawn

To just one more hug.

Don't let's go, don't let's be
It's not as simple
As love and hate
For I was not free

I hold your hand and
Feel the shackles
I stroke your hair and
Feel the web.
Sticky.

I look at my feet
As I trot beside you and
I'm led by sticks and carrots
By my endless want for something
You'll have to go away to give me.
A poem for someone, that much is understood.
Sombro Oct 2017
She lines herself before me, eyes halting her gait like a rod rid of bait
Trotting her feet again in my way, not perturbed or frightened by me

The churning distress tongues speak about us on the whiteboard each week
Is finally bringing us together, her delicate neck craned ****-eyed

Tip-toe though your feet are crashing, and all pretense of slicing your eyes at me is mashing
But I play her game and look up at the ceiling, red blouse she's got on like honey

Her body pours over, spilling a little as her foot twitches too far and she jabs my leg accidentally hard
I'm forced to look over, that cunning smile done up like hair, you

I meet her, she smiles, she apologises, I smile and nod, saying it's ok, because it is for a while
But when she glides on by I'm angry that her mistake wasn't falling into my useful lap

Like wardrums, that sound, footsteps echoing deep bass-like from the ground
And soaking my skin in flannel bravery and horror at what I can see

Her walking away from me, until next week, the dancing meek kittens
Ashamed to make mouths say what eyes can only guess at

'Hello, how are you, would you like to know my name?'
'Not really for I learnt it long ago, but tell me just the same'
glances in the lecture halls
Sombro Dec 2014
I clean my glasses
Not because they are *****
Because you are smudged
Haiku sounds like something you'd say when you sneeze, but I love them
God
Sombro Dec 2016
God
I thought I was perfect
In a place I wanted to be in
Practiced smiles and eye-flares
Abandoned, left to bathroom mirrors

A funny night, a funny funny
A taste of what's to come
I learn, my mail
Has no chinks, no tinitus stretches thee
I'm different

So it amused,
To still try what seemed like ages
Between liquores and a job that was not mine
Understanding is in vanity, and I am long dead.

I've written long on triumph
And I thought of you today
Rolling out there, between voices and phone calls
Do I think of you?

Let's see, let's know
For your idea is my friend
And I'm wasting away in the hunt
But at least I see something

At least I am God
Not actually a religious poem, I just like to let my brain take loose control
Sombro Nov 2020
Sorry said the merry man, adjacent on his way,

I've gone and ticked you off while I've been out tramping today

And in my careless frolic I seem to have stole your heart

What brutal lust you blow towards me, gushing like a ****


But I'm not la-da-dee-da-dee, a manly bearded sprite

Jingle though my stirrups do like dormice held too tight

I'm a serious enterprise, a man deeply invested

In stacking stocks and picking prices, if you're interested?


She danced reluctantly to him, unnatured to the rhythm

But with a wink she start'd to slink and jim-jam along with him

The two then picked their sandals up and shuffled down the street

And drank and laughed amerrily at all they chanced to meet


To the bank they wandered, legislating they did go

In government, in finance, in high station to and fro

Each day they yawned and gargled on a fresh new tonic smell

And went on down the street to make a fresh mismanaged hell


Soon agiggling and adultering they fell down in a mess

Holes and tears ashaming his and her once modest dress

There they lay and blocked the road till bobby picked them up

And once they'd laughed their fill of him they bribed the greasy pup


He took them to the city square and let them borrow his hat

They gave out fines and sentences for being thin or fat

They stood on boxes, had ideas for rent for half a pence

And sat gracefully cross-eyed on the splintering picket fence


Then donned a mitre, did a dance, their pageantry displayed,

They became gods, just for a laugh, the vicarage dismayed

When down from heaven lightning bolts, shot with a holy hum

Came buzzing like a hornets' nest and shocked them on the ***


A **** of smoke, a whiff of cheese, the townsfolk breathed release

Gone at last those terrors past, they could return to peace

Then up from high a saintly sigh two angels billowed down

Golden halos greasy and no pants beneath their gown


The townsfolk wept and cried aloud, their stomachs plopped and churned

To see the pair of villains there, so gracefully returned

Blessed be the kingmakers the two of them agreed

Until next weekend, Duw my dear, and until then, God's speed.
Duw means god, so you know
Sombro Sep 2017
A country road has spoke to me
Narrowly rolling out 'cross twitching grass
The wind, impatiently describes
The sea I will be crossing with a gust

We friends speak of longing, spoke of leaving
And leave I did, left you behind
Return made quickly, for I reeled
In much to do, though little told

And you saw in me, not your friend
But your friend's friend, a soul without
And gone was the boy you dreamed about
As friends do, at times

But not for better, nor for less
We spoke of what you'd lost
And I told what I had found
What learnt travellers on roads like mine

All the wonderous minds you meet
Shine like medals in your eyes
Each footstep placed broadly ahead
Lifts your feet that little more

Each lonely mountain conquered makes
Your loneliness more comforting and
Each piece of silver found and spent
Is a strand in your feathered coat

'What day we meet, some other day
Our paths should cross when I return
Or you, hungering on words I spoke
Came to find me and find me do

You'll see me at the riverside
A cup in hand, a hand on heart
A heart for her, and then you'll see
What medals in my eyes shine forth
As we turn to greet each other again'
Sombro Jun 2013
Golden landscape passing by
Lays a curse upon my eye
For golden landscapes never should
Be gazed upon then gone for good

A honeyed sun
A moonlit plain
Should never not be seen again

For rain to pain
Or sun on plain
Both make a sight which shan’t remain

And train through plain
Shows great disdain
For golden glows in poet’s brain

Too quick the trip
Barely a nip
I wish to see the world unstripped

Take me there
To landscapes where
I’ll sit and live life’s golden share

For the tracks go on
But beauty remains
Why not I too?
Because the trains.
Sombro Jan 2015
The snake did not exist
The greed was held within,
The apple was not laced
With knowledge or with sin.
Nor the Garden oh so special,
Just the forest and the fields.
The simplest of the bushes
The simplest Eden yields.

And the people lost their fear
When they slept beneath the tree.
They huddled 'neath the hanging tear
Which was green and sweet to taste.
And then they learnt to covet,
Though they knew it anyway,
But now they'd learnt to love it
And their shame vanished.

So they walked out from the branches
Shed like fruit, we tell
And they planted all their seeds
And grew the garden well.
Now we find that we live
In the beauty of the wood.
And when people tell me it is
All from greed I tell them 'Good.'
Eden grew the world from greed, but it is a good world, so I say 'Good.' I should tell you, I'm not religious, I just like the story :)
Sombro Jan 2015
I love the hills
Patted soft by time and feet
Of so many off for walks.

I love the cold
Strange, I know,
But when I'm shivering

I love the rain.
The second skin of
My land telling me I'm clean now.

I love the grass
The carpet of the thick ground
A sponge to all my anger.

I love the solitude
Because it's always just
You and me,

My world.
A bit of dewy eyed love for where I live. I don't usually go for this kind of stuff, but it's a particularly beautiful day outside.
Sombro Aug 2018
Cloudy day
Winds that stroke the mud
Flowers' wrinkling faces

What lore did you tell me
About the sun shining on flour skin
The beach adding salt for flavour

Kind words you had
For when we said farewell
I wonder where they were between us then

Don't tell me what names you have
For long cold summers
And wasted days

Pillows are too soft
Mattresses too much like hugs
Lips move between lies

What deep end is this
Found between my eyes
Back again in sketchy lines

And the long grind
Sombro Nov 2016
Remember
When on the path to happiness
Most of it can be found
On the way there
Two cheesy poems in one day, woooh!
Sombro Jan 2015
The ink from heaven gates falls not as hard
As when I smell
My own fear
And my mind pours forth in fluid
Anxious to hide the bitter truth
With the iron tang of crimson.
It scabs
I cannot breathe,
Suffocated - the truth of my mind
My nose bleeds raw and
I face another day.
I get nose bleeds a lot :(
Sombro Jan 2015
I see the world
In the weights I lift over my head.
I see my tears.
Heavy.
 I
S
E
E
M
Y
F
A
I
L
U
R
E
S
Heavy.
I fight back, but
Regret's trying to crush me soft.
I lift it higher.
Fight back.
Her
Sombro Jan 2016
Her
It mustn't hurt
To feel the pain for me
To remember my dates
While I try to kiss you through
A block of plastic and steel.

It can't be true
If I see you smile
And wilt
Never broken by a sun
That shines on anyone else
Never.

You've been so much to me,
But could I feel alone
When you look at me?
Could I know
A lightning flint
Strike sparks on my smile
Just for you?

It's never enough to be alone
Because the things you told me
Build roads to my feet
You're beautiful
Because of all you do
And it would be wrong
To hope no one else sees that.
Eh. Hard times
Her
Sombro Jun 2017
Her
Reproaching, leaning against my attention
Her cupped body, my eyes trickle down her
Luminous hair, jealous dress against her earthenware, earnest skin
Framing what she knows like the book in her hand, her palm
Eagerly charitable, arms
Unconcerned, unlike eyes
Describing tempests I only assume she has
Found within, espoused without, our gorse lining
The blooming of social trials
And her look, glance, flitted worry
Grey eyes not surrendering the reflection
That's not there
Luminous, grotto ragazza
Is what I see, what I see
Sombro Jan 2016
Here I am, in Harlem
Where I will learn my trade,
To make the world that better
For better it must be made.

And though I am torn most roughly,
From pillows and from sheets
I'd trade it all for effort
Gave to tread these streets.

My court is now in session
The spinning starts again
I'll paint a pretty scripture
Let's hope it's kinder then.
I'm back in the city where I study.
I feel that my future is tied to this place.
Knocking hard against my door.
Sombro Oct 2016
A hobby is
Doing something crazy
Over
And over
Again and
Again
Until someone calls it pretty.
Not my usual poem, more just a thought
Sombro Jan 2015
Tucking you under my arm
Fonder than a child's embrace
Your wooden limb channels breath
From my chest to my fingers and into space.
Singing.

Cold at first, but we warm together
My hands through what could be called hair
The black teardrop falling between us
As we share each other
Crying.

Let's take all the air about us
And shake it like the mountain's rage
Let's take the ears of all around us
And whisper whatever we want.
Strumming.

It's all we're here to do.
I have an acoustic guitar!
How
Sombro Mar 2018
How
What's driving you on?
What leads you to breathe
Every aching second?
What hope can you hold,
Flossed from behind the fangs you bear
Why wear what clothes you find
****** at you from behind a bland tie?
Why follow on? Without a star?
With the skies cushioned by smog?

I ask, because I'm amazed,
It's not as if I could do it
It's not as if I did it myself
Lucky, listened me
Fortunate followed me
Hopeful happy me
So how, how do you do it?
Lost lessons to be taught from behind a plastic counter.
Those I never hope to gain
I find it difficult enough to find meaning and hope in my life, despite the fact things have gone so well for me, but when I see people struggling in miserable jobs, I'm amazed.
Hug
Sombro Mar 2015
Hug
Hold me tight
Give me warmth
Tell it's all
Going we-
Supposed to be a comment on how short hugs of affection are.
Hum
Sombro Dec 2014
Hum
The hum
Of the engine
Steals my music
And forms a beat
Swirling in my mind
Like coffee, I am awake
But the hum makes me sleep.
Huuuuuummmmmmmmmmm
I'm on a bus :)
Sombro Feb 2015
Do you fear the night,
And not the rain?
Do you fear the flesh,
And not the pain?

You're not human,
Clattering like chattering teeth,
It's not you and I,
But I and it
When you're around.

What's the spell
To the faith?
What's the candle
To the wraith?

Don't fear the dark, my dear
For I am near
And you and it
Can't stand my leer.
Sombro Dec 2015
Just for one night


Let the moon rest.
Let our sparks


Be the fireflies...
Or the stars on our horizon.


We're more solar

In the inky green clouds...


Together
Sombro Oct 2016
Fragile creature
Deeply steeped in bags
Of bold red and blue
Black, from lack of sleep
And painful, from want of hope

With cups that help me hear
And lines that make me smile
Social being socializes
And dying beings help the night sparkle.

While I tone, phone
Bring my lofty thoughts
Or else hatred
May be my *****

What can I say,
To rocks picked up by you
Can't I be collected, listened to
Hoped for like those others?

I hope so, I elope for that idea
And I cope, grow forth
Bashful plants turned brash
And flowering with colours not yet seen

Not yet considered by rocks or man

I am a petal.
Sombro Feb 2017
I cringe like coiled springs
Taste ways of knowing only fogs let me see
I binge on water
And find it turns my stomach

Sitting at a table,
I write, I draw, I scratch ink into my patience
Scratch, scratch
I hear the radio, like voices biting on my earlobes
Laugh, laugh
Oh must make them stop

My frustration buckles in my fist,
Holds tight, hot coals I clutch and wrestle
My burnt palm lets them free
Tumbling to the floor and scorching my senses.

Work comes back, lashing forked tongues like leather
My skin, they invade my skin
And sink into pores like second homes,
I can't ignore them.

People can't know what it's like
To have someone ask you a question and walk away with your ears
To hug you and walk away with your attention
TO SLIDE INTO YOUR BRAIN LIKE A SHIP BREAKING ICE
And leave you falling apart.

What I ask
Is a world simply softly
Is a world organised to what I need
Simply.
What I need
Is to stop feeling tomorrow
Will be better
When I get so angry I want to scream
But can't find the words
Because I've been told I lost them.

It's a struggle, reading really.
Had a tough day
If
Sombro Jun 2017
If
I cannot tell you
What dark flowers grow in the shade
I can only say
What their perfume smells like
What nectar they sweat
When brought out to the light
Unable to bear
Exposure, steep reliance and responsiveness

I cannot tell you
What creatures lurk at night
Were I a child I would say
They surely bear great fangs and
**** the blood of innocents
Were I an adult I could tell you
They bore faces I knew
And hissed like air escaping
The dying kiss of goodbye
But I am not, so I cannot say
What desires take form from light of day

Were  I like you
I could say
What breadths the world asks of us
When we seek to cross it to see one we miss
I could make a guess at
What the ocean sounds like as it sputters in protest
With inconvenient waves slapping sense into our journey
But I'm not
Nor are you
If I were really focused
Perhaps I could ask
Why
But I'm not
Sombro Jan 2015
Some people think
That a poet is just an imitator of the truth
That if one writes of a dancing girl
Or a raindashed forest
Or a landscape bare
They are merely sating their wish to be these things
To be something more than a record keeper
An imitator.
I don't think so, for experience has taught me
That it is much more pleasant to think of being
Than to be.
Thank God I'm a poet.
With a pen in hand.
I say some people think, Plato thinks, but that's not important :)
Sombro May 2016
What agent of the dark night
Do I seem to you? Baited frenzy?
******* black jacket
Upright with stiff neck

How late
Would you stay up for me
What stars will stutter with me
While I talk to you?
What oil of uneven candle?

Fate me
You verb on lost wings
Lend me a feather, so
I might just flap like you tonight.

I've lost my whimsy
Born my totem, high
I'm me, don't you feel,
Don't you see me standing still?
I may have finally overcome my anxiety.
Ok, this poem says nothing about anxiety, but I thought I'd share anyway!
Sombro Jan 2015
Childhood is awe
Youth is uncertainty
Adulthood is steady realisation
Middle age is bleak acceptance
Old age is beating or succumbing to all
It all depends on what you did,
What crazy suicidal tendencies you had
When you were uncertain about everything.

Insanity is a gift
Few relish like you
So if you are unsure of your footing
Don't wobble, dance
If you are unsure of what you will find
Don't stretch your hand out, charge forth!
****** noses, cringeworthy memories and broken relationships may spew forth, but
Nothing
Hurts
Like
Regret
In
An
Unnused
Insanity.
My thoughts on life
Sombro Sep 2015
A beach
Or naught
Memory
Thought
Tennis thoughts abound inside
My head, my hide
I cannot move
Let me slide
Bones have melted
Cushion inside
Free  Breathe
Don't allow
A taste of melancholy
To sour your lizard tongue
Feel
Yourself being pushed
To and...
The music
Run
As it says
Not forever, mind.
You'll arrive one day.
...it's a dream with a backbeat.

Written while listening to some music I love. It felt right :)
Sombro Dec 2014
A taste of the future has come to my lips,
Sickly, but then, I asked for it
The droplets forsook me and went to my eyes
But nobody living has taken the sips
Like I have drunk deep of the pit
And the water was refreshing, to my surprise

I fortold the blessing, like a hand to the brow
I carried the scars, like lines on my face,
But ones that aged me more quickly
I heaved at the thought of the then and the now
My make up was dark, but light at the place
Where I applied it more thickly

So tell me the truth, all those from beyond
Explain the shadows under your eyes
I don't understand how you sink to your knees
A cowl of cold on me has been donned
It never could bring me to rise
For me and for life, we do as we please.
A little poem on life and its processes.
Sombro Dec 2014
Through your jewel look
I wish to somehow know all
And tell them I care.
'Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh... HAIKU!!!' 'Bless you'.
Sombro Feb 2015
Can you laugh at jokes about ***?
Good, you pass the test.
Can you sit and not grow sore?
Good, you're perfect.

Can you be pumped full of *******
And not choke?
Excellent,
You're our kind of superhuman.

Don't look outside.
You're with me now,
And with me
You never have to think.

We're behind the box
Putting no effort in
And leading your lives
With jokes and yokes.
I'm one of those people who hate television.
Sombro May 2015
Joy, what will you do if there is a heaven?
Love it like a son.
And what will happen if I am not there?
Then the family will be broken.

And what are we?
Going to die.
When?
When we will.

So who should we be?
Heaven.
So who is our father?
**My love, I would have no other, but you.
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