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You rolled your tongue, you spat... I flew... A hole in one! |
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Despatched |
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me in the kitchen sink; I sank confused and bruised and thinking about |
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our |
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honeymoon of nights beneath the moon together. Crosslegged, floating |
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down |
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the river. We didn't need a boat-us angels aren't afraid of water, are |
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we?Are we?? I am, now I'm lying flat with alligators and rats to talk |
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to... licking sweetcorn from my fingers, tea leaves from my eyes;the |
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blood |
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of suicides is dripping on all sides, and I'm wondering if one of them |
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could be you. YOU..... Yes, I wonder if one of them could be you. |
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(She said, "no complications...I've been hurt too many times before |
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and each time, well it gets a little harder - I'll hurt you if you stay |
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for more. (she said....) She said : "it was different last night; You |
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were a tiger on the prowl. You had claws - but they snapped. You don't |
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attract me now. She said, "Don't bother phoning ; I'd slam the receiver |
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right down. Well, I just want to be alone you know these days.....) |
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Somewhere someone's laughing. |
