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The Perfection of Hindsightonly now, with this web of asphalt between us spread like a restraining hand, am I sure: I should have told you when I had you in my arms, I should have told you when your smell mingled with mine; and when we sat in perfect silence, my fingers teasing threads loose from the hole on your favorite jeans,The Perfection of Hindsight
your hand on the back of my seat, while childish laughter and the soft hiss of summer rain played over the bass line within our chests, I should have told you.
MeOne Way Coventrylully, lullayOne Way Coventry
fingers tracking copper valleys and ridges, the crenellated grimace of the backdoor key; the winter-summer stretchmarks scored in the sidewalks delineate a path more of spirit than stone. he can see her face blooming amidst drowned-Ophelia hair, her verdigris eyes probing the Spanish moss'd trees.
lully, lullay
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Fintan pressed his hand against his heart; it was racing beneath his palm. Closing his eyes, he murmured a brief prayer and began one of the breathing exercises his master had taught him. When his muscles had stopped bunching with tension and his hands were reasonably steady, he peered around the corner of the milliner’s, and grimaced. The street was swarming with Guardsmen—there was no way to escape them.
Best wait here, then, he thought wearily, sliding down the side of the stone building to sprawl in the dirt of the alleyway. Maybe once
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oh the push and pull of everything
oh this nightmare of electricity
we are the living dead, yeah the living dead
that's the way it is
that's the way it's always been
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Simple words my dear,
it's all about simple, honest words...
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