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Twisting left, and left again
The air is heavier than me
It seems. I keep staring at walls
And they all face the wrong way
These hands werent built for punching
Anyway, anyway
Write your number across my knuckles
Maybe its just the way the moment
Shatters and stutters
Under a disco light
And a heavy repeating beat
But you might be the most beautiful woman
That I have ever known.
Fragments, burn together, Jesus
Where are you, at this precise
Moment in time? Everywhere
Or somewhere - how big are your hands?
Could they cradle this earth
Or do they stretch just as far
As the railway shed. Maybe its haunted
There. I walked you through the carpark
And down by the river there
You can see all the old flour mills
They'll get knocked into flats
One of these days. Just let me kiss you
One time, on the cheek
And one time on the teeth
Just let me take two lengths
Of this dark green cord
and make you two bracelets
To wear on your left wrist.
I wish I knew you, years ago
I wish we went to school
The same place.
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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