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I cannot concentrate enough
my hashish mathematics escapes me
...a gram, an ounce, a kilo
it all feels so meaningless
this very moment
when I don't even know
how to spell your name
when you did not come home
even though you want me
"Tomorrow night," you said
"I will be yours tomorrow"
and I kissed your lips
so softly
So softly I kissed them
softer than a gambler's kiss
to the ever winning dice
softer even than the loving husband's kiss
on the growing belly
of the best wife in the world
and the best baby
they will have
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..(C) 1979/1981/2012
Spiros Zafiris
..from Very Personal(1979/1981)
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