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DesdemonaI still hear her voice in the hallway coming up the stairs She held her purse lazily and dropped it to the floor One at a time she kicked off her shoes to the leftDesdemona
Then I caught a whiff of her cheap perfume
I saw her again on a Tuesday the day she was born She was alone on a balcony looking out at the lights One at a time the ice cubes chimed as she sipped Then she threw the glass into the traffic
I stood with my shadow touching her grave She didn't want anything on the headstone anyway One at a time the the blades of grass turned green Then I unloaded the pistol


Confuto _Incomplete_Have you heard the rhythm and the timbre of that voice called the soul It is a whisper from the fingers on the web called the spider glissandoConfuto _Incomplete_
These are the secret things glass figurines speak of trapped with a key Measures are made up of more than the sleepers in the waking dream
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"Trouble is Coming"In the winter time when all the leaves are gone I hate to see the morning cloud without the sun When the rain comes its comes cold as ice Cold as a bed on a lonely night"Trouble is Coming"
Trouble is coming, Coming real soon. It's never far gone, Coming back to you.
One of these days someone's going to leave you too You'll toss and you'll turn and won't know what to do You'll search for a lover of any degree You'll be the saddest catch in the deep blue sea
Trouble is coming, Coming real soon. It's never far gone, Coming back to you.
Somebo


"Turn to Blue"When the morning comes and I'm alone, I turn to blue. When the mail is late and there's a knock on the door, I turn to blue. When the sun goes down on a long afternoon, I turn to blue."Turn to Blue"
I turn to the memory of the marigolds, to the onion grass. I turn to the laughter that has long since passed. I turn to the shadow in an amber glass.
I turn to blue
When the bruises and scrapes take awhile to mend, I turn to blue. When the love I thought knew walks with someone new, I turn to blue. When the year ends another begins feeling half used, I turn to blue.
I turn t
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I am 51% a really nice person, 49% bitch....don't push your luck!
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I am 51% a really nice person, 49% bitch....don't push your luck!
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I am 51% a really nice person, 49% bitch....don't push your luck!
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The best laid page of vice and din are often wrote in haste.
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