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y Dear,
aybe you do s ell like cigarettes
(and- what was the other thing?)
and aybe you do not
but I don't ind either way
and I don't have a good topic
for conversation
and I don't know
what you eant
when you said
"As you wish. Goodnight..."
but I do love when you say
"Love, it's okay
we're here and it's now
so, stretch out and wait..."
And I feel very uch like
I' standing on a precipice
watching y whole world fall to pieces
Last night I scoured y bedroom
and I swore I would find yself
but I had no success
Yet I hope
that when y world finally
decides to reconstruct itself
that it will still have you in it
Because, like the thirteenth letter
of the alphabet
o itted from a typewriter
the essage still is not complete
the eaning isn't quite clear
I' not yself without you.
There's so ething issing.
aybe you do s ell like cigarettes
(and- what was the other thing?)
and aybe you do not
but I don't ind either way
and I don't have a good topic
for conversation
and I don't know
what you eant
when you said
"As you wish. Goodnight..."
but I do love when you say
"Love, it's okay
we're here and it's now
so, stretch out and wait..."
And I feel very uch like
I' standing on a precipice
watching y whole world fall to pieces
Last night I scoured y bedroom
and I swore I would find yself
but I had no success
Yet I hope
that when y world finally
decides to reconstruct itself
that it will still have you in it
Because, like the thirteenth letter
of the alphabet
o itted from a typewriter
the essage still is not complete
the eaning isn't quite clear
I' not yself without you.
There's so ething issing.
Literature
Wish for Privacy
I live behind a locked door,
And no one has the key.
It has been years, maybe more
Since someone talked to me.
The solitude was nice at first,
The quiet let me think.
But soon it took a turn for worse
Now all I do is blink.
So be careful, my dear friends,
When you wish for privacy.
Count to 5 when patience bends
Or you'll end up just like me.
Literature
Je Suis La Nuit
The night belongs to me, in all its whispering shadows
I am the watcher, the seer, the stand-in-the-dark-and-knower
The darkness is the cloak around me, the rough ground my dance floor
I am the silence and the sudden laughter,
And the melancholy melody of the party you weren't invited to.
This is my kingdom, my house of evening adventures,
Full of the clink of wine glasses and the shouting of revellers
My manor, with its well of sorrow and alcohol
I see how the light slides from graffiti and love it,
I smell the smoke of the burning barbecue and smile,
In concrete ginels, behind green gardens.
The stars are my hair-jewels, the moon my fan
Literature
There are Things Beneath the Garden
There Are Things Beneath the Garden:
~
There are things beneath the garden,
Which you really shouldn't see.
There are things beneath the garden,
That don't belong to me.
There are things beneath the garden,
Gone rotten blue and black.
There are things beneath the garden,
In a dripping gunny sack...
~
There are flowers in the garden,
Which you really shouldn't pull.
There are flowers in the garden,
That sit on top of wool.
There are flowers in the garden,
With a really rotten scent.
There are flowers in the garden,
Above bodies burnt and bent...
~
I love this little garden,
It's a special place to me.
I love this little g
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I should note that the words, "we're here and it's now, so stretch out and wait" are lyrics from the song, "Stretch Out and Wait", by the Smiths.
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The other thing was hamsters.