December 2009
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“There is a word for wisdom somewhere; those who were lovers spoke to one another...”
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One by one, the days fall beside us like yellow leaves We have no conscience Oh, what we’re becoming Month by month, the rings on our tree trunks, like old wise eyes, grow wider and winter lends them a dead disguise Now time- like an ocean knows tide - like a notion to toss about the house and lose inside the couch And piles of our thoughts run miles in the dark just tryin to get home Age by...
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