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the beauty. the beauty of snow white lying with men and your wintery symphony drawing me in to this sin raining down and then splashing around and me stomping thru deep puddles of you. great puddles of meltings and heart wretch-ed beltings and wringing ice out of our wet things and felt things. our hats and our glvoes and our white noise and love thawing out under heat to play without beat a jazz in those miracle white city streets of the winter. |
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tonight is the night i become one with me tonight i can reach all the stars in the sea of filthy black glittering littering eternity and draw them all down into me. tonight is the night that i won't forget i'll look back someday and never regret the mingling of chemists and not be upset at myself for exposing the suede to the wet and laying it down with one bet. tonight is the night i looked forward so long to see inward and hear it the sound of the gong who i am tonight will carry me on. |
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no way but to fly. with one arm out the window i dip my finger into the sticky pool of the night sky and stir and stir and make no ripple. see, i can't seem to get outta here i can't seem to get from A to B there's this vast chasm from one cliff to the next and no way across but to sprout wings and fly. so i just sit here concentrating and designing my wings. |
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siberia has come to me and across icy floes she sings to me of illusion hypnosis and dreamings of horses and speeding our dreams into being. |
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sitting and breathing alone and with you quietly seething is all i can do and like teabags still steeping we've yet to burst thru but colours and flavours soon will be new they're only dreams now but they're long overdue so first i will sit and just breathe with you because frankly i needed a breather too. |
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it's snowing in Halifax lightly, again accumulation's rising and the lake is freezing thin there's skydrops and wetspots and diamonds suspended in powdery silence one lonely heart mended by drips and by drops tonight by the rocks i heard the vox of a snow god's shining new melody and i stepped in it up to my knees. |
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~ flowetry ~ | ||||||||||||||