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Oct 2010
blue star, single handed
with a *** of gold
I reached out and spoke to the old
I went back to the last one and the last
all the places where my heart was almost sold
and I remember
by you, the split one I was told
you spoke so wise so bold
renered your eyes toward me and said
behold

and I
did

watched intently the love you scold
the fires that drenched our
household
with love

but still I was cold

it was the earth I wanted to hold
the shape of it I wanted to remold

but our thoughts are controlled
and us humans we unfold
to that which glitters
all that which is
gold

I am not a diamond
I am merely flesh and bones
filled with gravestones
and broken jawbones
blistered backbones
for reasons
that will maybe forever be
unknown

my hormones burst
in my in my bones
my thoughts release groans
and I love the sound of the tone

I am here,
alive
happy
and alone
midnight prague
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midnight prague
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