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Before You Howled
I had forgotten for so long why I sang,
so many, my song turned into tumbled
bedsheets, bodies strewn,
nectar of a kiss overdone.
The lonely hoot low and languished,
I loved, My Love, I loved strong
and solid, the hollow notes,
the lonesome bones.
Crow, she came and whispered in my ear,
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take a feather from my wing, we beat
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But the song, it was the same,
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I nearly slew.
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the chiming at my ear, o' my heart
my little heart,
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I hear your notes in me.
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across the mountains, a candid song
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a somber color.
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Pluto Can Wait
Awaken Morpheus, for a moment,
hold my hands in your smaller hands,
press your nose to my nose
and we can slide from here
the colors kaleidoscopic -
we are two Roman-tongues seeking refuge
at the end of a dream.  O,
My Darling,
I have, after all, decided
that Pluto has no taste for you;
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knows well the value of maturity;
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must wait.
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into the full moon.
Nor, my lady,
are we the folly of a Zeus-bull,
running head first into a maiden's womb;
we will not end up
scattered among the stars,
the eternal memory.
No, none of it would make sense,
the ending breath,
the pruning -
wrap your wild arms around me,
we'll go on dreaming.
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Happy birthday Ms Kate.
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Happy Birthday, Kate! I hope you have a truly wonderful day :heart:
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