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The Typewriter clicks
The photograph is fading
You can't quite see my face
Just a body taking space
And something is missing
But you can't quite put your finger on it.
Carriage returns,
Rewind
Do it over again
This photograph is fading
And you can't make out her face
She sits quiet, mourning dressed
In the offing of your senses
This photograph is faded
You can't make out our faces
Just two objects on your desk
Some thing is missing
But you can't quite put your finger on it.
But I kept your keys,
I kept your picture,
And I keep going back to
That room you locked behind you.
And the Typewriter clicks
But the roll is empty
So I'll write it in dust
I'll mark the spot of a small grave.
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Heaven lays here on side of her bed
Heaven sings in the ring of the strings
Heaven screeches in skid of the wheels
Heaven in a park mid day
Which of these strings do I pull to untie
You and I.
Hell found you passed out on the bend
Hell found you on the outbound lane
Hell found you at the foot of the bed
Hell found you in the back, get some rest
Lower me down in an ivory casket
You in the hole out in the yard
Let the dogs find our bones
We don't need them anymore.
Let the curtain fall on me
A constant intermission.
Can I keep drinking from your water, Alexander?
Forever in Remission.
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