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By distant moon Date: 2008 Sep 09 Comment on this Work [[2008.09.09.21.25.13910]] |
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It's a Sunday morning we lay; tangled, yawning, we'll pray later on that we'll stay together, won't we? But you don't know me that well but I guess, I'm no better; but I've had happenstances that made me forget her. It's a Monday morning I sit; alone, aching, I bet in all this dealing regret; hands are shaking. Still you won't know me that well when I'm just folding fingers; I've seen better glances from some fallen angels. |