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drunk poem
the edge of you was the other side of me
a flat pallet knife, cutting the masking tape
to make my dreams unbound
and i kept saying dreams
dont mean anything, and you
wore glasses with no perscription
just a fashion thing
so I didnt go for that job
So I havent lost much weight this week
I guess I havent really got back into playing football
Just a bit of five a side
I never made a wall
And kept you behind it
I never tied your hands
To the heating pipes
I never kiss windows, even when it rains
You read the Dan Brown novels
Like I didnt know
That Jesus was called Rabbi
And this meant he had a wife
You lecture me about the Bible
And dont even know the name of Jesus' brother
James
And you used to kiss my wrists
unthinkingly
I cant say what it means
How it feels
Except the absence of you
Makes me less happy
That I used to be
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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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