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Nov 2015
Where to go when home is empty and your lover's arms are crossed?
The edge of a bridge of course
A spider
She is huge and leggy
I jump
But I stay seated, feet dangling
She is spinning her web I mustn't disturb her for this is her place
This is her hour
This is not mine

I decide to live
Lachrymose and Lies
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Lachrymose and Lies  In a tormented mind
(In a tormented mind)   
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