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make of it what you will, i m drunk off anyhow
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*AIR how could one paragraph hold so much?
i lay pinned between those faint blue lines that score that page
and in all your rage
i'm held down there
eye peeled back
and forced to read
the words your emotions breeded
bleeding onto the those
faint blue lines
scored on the page
that i am held under
this light like wine
will make me doze
unearthing my heart
from the spot where it froze
its torn, hanging from a tree
in pieces blowing/chiming ti's errie melody
in this winter winds own mystery
and this scorched light is melting me
i retreat to moon,
where i can't see the earth
and water and boys
and my own life unfurled
there black and white movies
shall always play on
and my own wrinkled lines
from smiling at each Gershwin & Porter song
i orbit my own dreams
-at disteance, at bay
until along with The Players
my own name's displayed.
