Steve Madden

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The tale of us is at an end
and now all that is left
Is a sad, slow denouement
the dance of love bereft.
...

A coin tossed
By father and son.
The father lost,
The son, won
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It is coming
Slowly, gradually
But as sure as
The next
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I hunger,
For my youth.
For those lazy,
Hazy, crazy,
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Gentle wind
Blowing
Ashes
Me
...

Here I am
In Afghanistan
To protect the people from the Taliban
But
...

Lying on my bed
In the dark
I have no fear
For I welcome
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Welcome friends,
And thanks for coming,
To my farewell party,
The last one of ‘em all.
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You!
Harbinger of wars
Impeder of enlightenment
I beseech you
...

There is a tiny angel,
Locked away
Within a cage of ribs,
Next to my heart.
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The End

The tale of us is at an end
and now all that is left
Is a sad, slow denouement
the dance of love bereft.
All the crises have been resolved
the plot, once thick, has thinned.
Our sets dismantled, stage empty,
because we’ve reached the end.
Our love was but a fantasy
of rainbows and moonbeams,
A dream rent by reality;
loves’ seldom what it seems.
The curtain on our play has closed,
now we play other parts;
Picking up the bits and pieces
left of our shattered hearts.

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