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Sep 2013
moral she says
but i don't believe
so i know it'll come easy to me
know it'll be pure for me
hear it breath
see it grow
trance me into believing
cold brick of the city
and all the things she forgave me for
see all the dark things
know all the living things inanimate
give all the things broken
and no longer believed to be

and the dream scattered
at our feet like fall leaves
brittle and crisp
and i can still hear her footsteps echoing across
the floor
retreating from all the things
she could not face alone
bit could not face here with me
a choice to be sure
but in the fading lights
what a tragic choice
what madness to choose

our past
now it looms so large
so immediate to me
tears hot wild and burning
overtake and leave me collapsed on the
floor here amongst the scattered remains
of our days
with her last words
lingering softly in my ear
bye my darling
i go to find st petersburg
i go to find something i cant see
intangible as me
bye love bye
fall down now lover
iv left
cause as a woman i know poisons of myth
i knew the harshness of dreams
and iv got to
run from all that i cant feel anymore

i go hand in hand with scarlet
to st petersburg
trying to find my way home
i go to find somthing i cant see
intangible as hope
mark john junor
Written by
mark john junor  59/M
(59/M)   
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   --- and Elizabeth Squires
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