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| 6 MARCH 1991 Around me faces that I once knew. I touched and grabbed but to no avail, one of my limbs had failed. I shouted at it, screaming hard my anger hit at it; That part of my body looked at me with dismay and abject misery. My head had spoken before a word was thought. I shrivelled and died. In my own trap, I was caught. |
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| 6th March 1991 Plain Jane Good old Kerry. Never a stunner In all her life. Your safe with her for your wife. |
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| 22nd July 1989 I'm shouting. A sheltered desert drowns my cries. It rains. Three drops fall on my heart. In all my thirst, I die. Dehydration of the soul. |
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| 9th January 1990 Look at that bird with a crazy smile, It's laughing for the love Of her newborn child. That bird, so lovely In her land of dreams. Security is gained In the folds of her wings. |
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| 21st September 1990 I've seen her scorn her baby born. I've seen her smile at her lovers guile. I've seen her cry, her heart opened awry. You see her face. Is she base? Do you think she sees? She knows not of you And neither does she want to. A typical child of a nothing state. Don't think sweet child, You're a little too late. You died before. |
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| 23rd January 1992 The tears of love that washed away, ran on for miles and miles. Nothing could stop the torrents of pain, Not even sympathetic smiles. |
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| April 18th 1990 The evening sun now dawns on me, And tells me of things that uaed to be. explains the scented perfumes of the past The way my friends and I used to laugh. She showed me then another scene Of me in love with a maternal feel. And then I seen in her eyes, the white of us two in a sea of lives. Standing we were side by side, Tormented always by events which soon died. |
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| Sometimes I see parts of me Drifting all over space, A fragment, a piece, floats past my side I seem to always remember that place. That place I stood there on my own But, at last, I have found my home. With you, my love of understanding With you I want to be stuck For to be with you is perfection. So understand, understanding, my love. _____________ __________________ |
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