Remember kissing you on the lips.
Recall well your warm, strong hands
stroking my neck, rubbing my chest.
But we lost balance, the two of us.
It is quiet now, very quiet.
Too much Time to meditate.
Not enough Time to reflect ...
in this dreaded Silence.
No more holding on to smoke rings
which floated softly in the air...
floated over the last remains
of the dear, departed Dead.
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Dismember gassing you on the lapse.
Recoil wail your warm, strong Hans
striking my knack, robbing my jest.
But we lost Balanz, the due of Aus.
It is quite No, very quite.
Too much time to maditate.
Not enough Time to deflect...
in this dreaded Sigh-Linz.
No more halting on to smoke wrings
which flouted zaftly in the Herr...
flouted over the lost reminds
of the dire, deported Deed.
