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By juan d'fule Date: 2004 Oct 18 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.18.11.12.24964]] |
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Kathy's Song plays and fills each room I remember you now, You were the one It was your soul that had me love Now that love leaves me, broke,n, Yes, Iain Curtis was absolutely right, So was Vincent, loves a killer, The memories that never leave, that Come back with smells, sounds, sights, These big, little things do not go away, Hanging, above, Like an axe, For the condemned cannot be saved They are locked, Imprisoned, To the very depths of which they love Are to much, For this world. |