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- > 2008-05-04 i don't know if it was real or in a dream lately waking up not sure where i've been there was a table set for six and five were there i stood outside and kept my eyes upon that empty chair and there was steam on the windows from the kitchen laughter like a language i once spoke with ease but i'm made mute by the virtue of decision i choose most of your life goes on without me oh the fear that i know that i might reap the praise of strangers and end up on my own all i've sown was a song but maybe i was wrong i said to you the one gift which i'd adore unwrap a package of the next ten years unfolding but you told me if i had my way i'd be bored right then i knew i loved you best born of your scolding when we last talked we were lying on our backs looking up at the sky through the ceiling i used to lie like that alone on the driveway trying to read the greek upon the stars of the alphabet of feeling oh i knew back then it was a calling that said if joy the pain the sound of the voice these years later is still the same - - 2008-05-13 |
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