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mhmmm

i'll use my hands

something about the way the hair falls in your face

i love the shape you take

when crawling toward the pillow case

You are what they call the human season
You are all the alphabet in one
You are every colour of confusion
You are all the silence I've become

Love me for
Stupid reasons
I like those most

Wide-eyed but
Worth believing
God knows

Damn the angry voice that keeps us queit
The editor whose work is never done
Keeping pretty words between my teeth and
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watch out for that girl

you know italians

are good at pick pocketing

if you’re not careful

she’ll snatch your heart from you

quicker than you can say

I

Love

you

so when she hugs you

put your hand over your chest pocket

and when you sleep

face down and keep

your valuables under your body

or else you’ll find her sneaking out

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She said I wished you listen to jazz all the time

“this has got no words”

I guess she doesn’t want me to hear what anyone else is saying

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She's got her ticket
I think she gonna use it
I think she going to fly away
No one should try and stop her
Persuade her with their power
She says that her mind is made
                    Up.

Why not leave why not
Go away
Too much hatred
Corruption and greed
Give your life
And invariably they leave you with
Nothing

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