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“Hate runs through my blood.
What matter are words in love,
But my heart always left above”
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“Why can’t I be loved as what I am?
A wolf among wolves and not as a man among men.”
“I wish there was another way
Of getting downtown
Don’t say I didn’t warn you
There’s nothing like an old man crying
He’s drunk in his sadness”
“Brief moments in romance.
Hearts consumed then exhumed.
No time for hesitance,
A profane ideal.
My depression is a dark blue waltz.
I’ll drown my neck in rope”
“Glass of gin and a folding chair.
Sitting out by the wading pool, chlorine blue.
Rush of wind passing over me.
Chin up, cheer up.
My love’s another kind.”
“Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me.
No hope - but no harm,
Just another false alarm”
“Blood sun winter, shut my eyes.
The end has come and gone.
Witness to humanity,
And how it was undone.”
“In the tent of powder and lace,
She can hear some violins, watches the strings…
Threading through the room.”
“It’s June and I see the woods,
The quiet pools,
The glades and blue hollows…
I saw the woods were wound with sorrow.”
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