Jack Lashbrook

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In the beginning,
In the dream-time,
When life was just a canvas
bare beneath an empty sky
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Ours was a lesser love,
A concern of little worth,
Destined to be this passionless
From it's very pallid birth.
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In this other world
Starfish bathe in honeyed moon.
Life lowers her ceaseless voice
Quiet in her nightly swoon
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Curtail your childish celebrations.
Subdue the singing parrots.
Put away your naughty toys
and consume those party carrots.
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Blacker than all the nights put together
Brighter than all the days
I have loved you in so many
Horrible, wonderful ways.
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On conscience bridge
extraordinary voices sing of
foul deeds and dark desires
of murder as a currency
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Don't let him call you sweetheart
(though he melts you with a smile)
Cos loving only one heart
Is really not his style
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Don't think, don’t ponder, don’t contemplate,
Don't find things to complicate.
Don't chase the moon or the stars.
Be content with the way things are.
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