03-03-2006, 04:49 PM | #1 (permalink) |
follower of the child's crusade?
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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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