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Thursday, August 17, 2006


Quiver for me my long stem rose bleeding from your eyes
I’ll watch you shudder silently as you slowly die
Broken apart by snow and rain a shelter gone askew
I’ll kiss your numbing fingertips, brush past your lips of blue
Crystals fall upon your head, a glassy nest of hurt and fear
I wonder at your dreaming sky, licking up your sun-dried leers
You said you used to sing a song, sing that song for me
Let drip the notes you used to love, drip past our weeping willow tree
You used to say you loved a girl, loved her with a falling heart
Why then my rose filled willow tree did you so rip her apart?

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