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I'd rather have my cigarette
Alone,
or in great company.
No in-betweens.
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Been lookin' through windows
Pondering about
Rumors
& Secrets of spring
The light seems longer
I put in quotemarks of water
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Sleep moves
   In serpentine ways
And the moon's been
Glued to sky
   For years now
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Long for
Sweet chambers
Of this Palace

Water of violet of
its fountains
Flowed in peace
down its walls
Marble down its
chill halls
Moon glowed
Mirrored

No drought in its
Nocturnal embrace
And satin enwombed
Us
Into a sweet tomb

Brought
What ever & who ever
When bells call
Into its satin womb
Sweetly
We fall
Back













I am capable of doing
Impossible things
Inside of my crimson chamber
You know

As I travel
The marks on skin glow
& Songs have no shape
Songs have no shape
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& how do You
tell me, how do
You find
Sippin' whiskey and
and listening to
         japanese jazz?
   oh
'n looking through
                window
to find pink with blue
unfurl out and in dusk sky

all these blend together
so well
that liqours drop
  on paper
hazes hues
comes out dusky

   some
  somehow
  somehow
  
    slide
        down~







   Peace of Mind

All i need to snap
           out
  of these
is the song and a drink
      to
fall back into
these blankets of
  mind of mine
They wrap arms around me
so softfuly
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It is grown, but the Umb is silent

And I'll be there, under night France sky
  tired suns will bleed, and dark red
purple wine will bleed
   tired suns that once shun
Each blink
      - like movie frames

You have yours and I have mine

In that limbo fluid sphere
Don't know where You'll catch me

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     Go alone
     To circuses
     & in Heaven
     everything is fine


In the end you
're nothing but on
your own, & by yourself

& nothing but a collage
of past experiences
in motion

Think i'd rather be cold
Than suffer
in a post-poned fashion

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It should be banned to die in spring

The sunsets are much more
Lonely without You
the sunsets are much more
lonely without

Look at World with
Eyes like predators
But sometimes even tigers
Must be fallen asleep
To pretend away the nightmares
That clearly seem to be happening

to think that all the flowers had to die
for one rose to bloom

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It's the street where i lost my soul
Right here, on the mirror stroll
I dropped it
   And with it my entire world
It dropped & it shattered
to pieces

So now i'm on a rampage
  Of forgotten and fading
All turned into slithery liquids
In swirl night haze
(Craze)

Now sunsets go kind of
with no sense
Sphere goes
   follows
Directions with no meaning
Like it doesn't know
What to do
(It doesn't)
What's even worse,
     It's fine with it that
                     way.


    ~ my Sadness
      - ain't a cheap gem
           ain't for sale
        With bruised gale
          My damaged lungs
          Keep gettin' beaten
                       Down
                            Ah ~

I heard i liked eyes
Now they all - closed
Worn out and hollow
Wait 'till final blow
With couple of these
Precious songs
  left by




But mirrors, by their nature
Tend to work in reverse ways
So it turns out
That in fact
i might have
     gained
my Soul

Pin a feeling
Like an insect,
When it happens-
-"i'm very lonely,
And my eyes
are so different,
   unusual."

-Butterfly drew with
Wings as it set.
  You're lucky
If it spins,
   Maybe
'If it flies, it never dies.'

Now rip paintings off
the walls
Rip colors, off,
Throw candles, away,
Incense,
Foods, plants
Cloaks & blankets
Paint all white,
Spill waters to valleys
I guess
'You took mountains everywhere
You went to'
I guess
'You took them with you'
And maybe, i guess
It's pinned now
& you see