In the loss of love
There is a slow murder
In silences
There is a sad hue
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Left alone to play in the rain
I kissed her tonight
As she dreamt
Her voice stared across the dream
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You are the deity
And I the supplicant
You are the mystery and I
The believer
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In the dark, scotch in hand
Muscle memory
Memory muscle
The freedom of age
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I buried this romance today
Deep in the graveyard of my bones
I carried the corpse in my dream-draped memory / stiff and dressed in Sunday best
It was illusion after all
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Te mando una rosa
Sin forma
Sin perfume
Solo tiene envuelto en sus
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Enjoy these last blooms;
Drips of light
For summer is a
Fair weather friend
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The bramble of her dark hair
Hides a gypsy faerie
Her duende
Full of violins
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