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Pass the Joint Maryanne
I sit at dusk
Where the sky lies dreamy at my feet
At the cusp
Of sleeping and blinking free
When the heavens become water
And they pour around me
The wind whispers softer
Than a gently blowing leaf
When the beauty batters rainbows
I only think of Maryanne
Oh Maryanne
With eyes, so kindly read
With holy ground where you tread
And the pearls in your ears
When the desperation famished
And the comfort ceased in calling
The sun begins to falter
And I wonder if I'll ever be returning
When the bands play bedazzled jazz
I only think of Maryanne
My arms remember
Still feel numb December
Still, feel better crossed upon my chest
When the fears visit longer
And the visions come and haunt you
Like a slipping glass from fingers
Like catching Maryanne
from the porcelain red of the bathroom floor
When white doors opened
I felt awful for the frightened look passing before your eyes
And I picked you up from there
And I hope you will leave from there
Just pick up your eyes and put them back in
It may be strange but it's the best way for both of us to survive
I hope to return to you
