
such lovely peace--
that eludes me;
but it's raining now
and i feel them on my face
nothings nothing i like better
than my room in the rain
except having you here with me.
c r a s h . b a m . s n o o z e.
There were two glasses and two chairs
And two people with the one pulse
(Somebody stopped the moving stairs)
Time was away and somewhere else.
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