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TOUCH THESE COLD BONES...
Touch these cold bones warmed occasionally
by brief acquaintances
stare blindly into watery eyes across bridges burned
Take my time carefully
Pitch back the joyous sorrow notched by notch
Pitch back the smiles with dim delight
Pains in and out of this construction
Throbbing beating blue heat
Tack the tack
Laugh then throw it back
Take the take sinfully delighted
Killing seconds bubbling under glass
one after another
Trash piles up and over words
bubbling over and over
Time to think tow minutes of silence
Charcoal powdered faces and fingers
Touching and longing to touch the dreams
Dreams are all we have
Upstairs cluttered with cobwebs
of golden silk and straw
If only they would come out
Onto these cold bedsheets
Waiting to be warmed
With dying sadness
and love of the dreams
the vision circles
If only to touch these bones once
And fly with the specks of light
in heaven above
Sadness would be a rest for a while
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