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july hearne
Poems
7d
Once Tim Buckley Was
Winter, winter mornings
What you going to promise, promise me
Winter, winter morning
You might have been the diamond
Wasted like a diamond,
Wasted love
Untasted love
I am walking all your blocks
Onward to hopeless
***** passing ***** by
An asbestos blanket to wrap the homeless
A man who knows his worth
So falsely
The cold is painful
There's a ditch with my name in it
The sun shines so brightly
Please don't see me, you see so kindly
Your kindness kind of gets to me
I still have some things left to lose
(I didn't like me once I met me
Time numbs until it doesn't
I was but then I wasn't
It wasn't too much to ask
Just too hard to be
Your kindness kind of got to me,
I didn't think you could help me
I still had some things left to lose
Your kindness kind of cut through me).
Written by
july hearne
seattle
(seattle)
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