i love beautiful monsters
so do i
i am ten thousand
so is he
however
there is only one
i tell the truth to
or else
we do not speak at all
lock jaw
second class
nothing to live for
just living
ten thousand volumes
each a tome
and they prove it
the dead end
burning with purity
is betrayal
the lovers always eat the same bread
as language eats itself…
just listen
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this is what i heard my heart whispering to me while you were present.
just listen
and now i want to find something precious to give back to you
something like the urge to sing yourself out of yourself
to dance yourself out of existence
without commentary
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yes! to dance ourselves out of existence...
that sounds like a great way to go!
at first blush ms clark... this does sound good... lets go out singing our praises!
but then in the middle of the night i thought... perhaps it is we who are danced....?
hold on tight to your dream!
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