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Down on G street To the left of the newspaper stand And frame shop The girls whistle their own names In a cappella F minor My fingers their all tangled up And my feet bend inward at the toe I'm a broken vessel for you baby And I got nowhere else to go Turned fifteen yesterday under a spilt milk moon Stars were shining down and I felt my heart start to croon Granite pastures and mile long red lips She turned to me and said, "I'm gone," a black belt swinging from her hip There's too much love Not enough time Keeping your head above water Seems to be the only trick At night stars tear themselves to shreds She snores in whispering wed Forgetting myself for the sake of St. Peter I understand all before that were slave to the meter Dear Beauty:          When the sun doth set It sets solely for you. Hair black as smoldering volcano ash And Ye' smile Like a newborn babies laugh You are the mile upon minutes And the thought that makes theories A storm that hast ney other fury Is one for me in love that hath No other query. We fight. We beckon. We tackle jealously Like new lovers. I Am in Love With You. And I can say that When the sun sets And the moon rises, So the sun rises again For us and only us. We are the forgetful souls of foreman's work: Not soldier's, not mercenaries, Not one's that turn their other cheeks to the brook. Aye thy pride Smelling of old sweat And talisman hide Ol' laughter And a memory with feigning pride. She smells of lavender And I lay by her In luck - the unbelievable kind.
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
When Nature Copies Its Own
Down on G street To the left of the newspaper stand And frame shop The girls whistle their own names In a cappella F minor My fingers their all tangled up And my feet bend inward at the toe I'm a broken vessel for you baby And I got nowhere else to go Turned fifteen yesterday under a spilt milk moon Stars were shining down and I felt my heart start to croon Granite pastures and mile long red lips She turned to me and said, "I'm gone," a black belt swinging from her hip There's too much love Not enough time Keeping your head above water Seems to be the only trick At night stars tear themselves to shreds She snores in whispering wed Forgetting myself for the sake of St. Peter I understand all before that were slave to the meter Dear Beauty:          When the sun doth set It sets solely for you. Hair black as smoldering volcano ash And Ye' smile Like a newborn babies laugh You are the mile upon minutes And the thought that makes theories A storm that hast ney other fury Is one for me in love that hath No other query. We fight. We beckon. We tackle jealously Like new lovers. I Am in Love With You. And I can say that When the sun sets And the moon rises, So the sun rises again For us and only us. We are the forgetful souls of foreman's work: Not soldier's, not mercenaries, Not one's that turn their other cheeks to the brook. Aye thy pride Smelling of old sweat And talisman hide Ol' laughter And a memory with feigning pride. She smells of lavender And I lay by her In luck - the unbelievable kind.
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ashby-brown
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
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