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Mar 2012
One can care, but takes two to share.
The price of admission is always ...due, ya know?


"The Price Of Admission..."

I never hear you
you wait
out of hearing...
out of - having.

...And the tears
- so pale, quiet and frail,
and my fingertips just trace
so softly and lightly...
and each nail edges and slides -
my heart ...our 'time.

..........

crying...
- just beyond my reach
out of living...
- everything I can only dream - having.

so - flavor my world
-- silly-sad, ...dark and empty...
-- that Cheshire grin
held within
finds
your cheek, your life ...our 'time.


..........



I never hear you ...crying...
you wait - just beyond my reach
out of hearing... out of living...
out of - every thing I can only dream - having.

...And the tears ...so - flavor my world
- so pale, quiet and frail, -- silly-sad, ...dark and empty...
and my fingertips just trace that Cheshire grin
so softly and lightly... held within
and each nail edges and slides - finds
your cheek, my heart - your life ...our 'time.

IS the price of our admission...


Chris
Part of the Chapbook "The Echoes Of Thunders

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Chris Twyford
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     --- and Weeping willow
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