And yet you want to make this work...

[stilllife]

I am walking
Out in the rain
And I am listening to the low moan
Of the dial tone again
And I am getting
NOWHERE WITH YOU
And I can't let it go
And I can't get through...
The old woman behind the pink curtains
And the closed door
On the first floor
She's listening through the air shaft
To see how long our swan song can last
And both hands
Now use both hands
Oh, no

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[almostpeeking]

wow hunny- that one only comes off the shelf every blue moon.

i hear you and if you ever wanna friend, i am but a ring away. being way underemployed helps with the accrument of free time.

<3
-l.l

[steel_strings]

Oh god it was gorgeous. Rarely to I see a poem thus. It makes the heart hurt and sing at the same time. It makes with mind think and the fingers shake. If you close your eyes you can almost feel it.

It makes one want to find a friend to sit curled on the couch with while watching black and white movies. It induces long idling dances in the rain, which it has been doing here where I live quite a lot. A long drive in the car with the radio turned up as the night lights up the roads.

I wish you the best of luck. And though I know nothing about you but what you've written, from the depths of my heart I hope you have merry days to come, and a sweet easy friend with which to share them.

[stilllife]

This is actually a song called "Both Hands" by Ani DiFranco.

Well...

[steel_strings]

Ahhh, my wonderful knowledge of lyrics. Go me. It was a good song to write down never-the-less, so thank you for that.