By Marshall Hann
Submitted by Blessed23
Date: 2008 May 13
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There is something uncanny
about your breath,
something serene
about how twilight feels
when it's spent with you

Loneliness fades to grey
and love is black
but done up the best we can
(these forgone conclusions
won't help me anymore)

Justice is dealt out
in this dream
that I allow myself to have
(this aching heart ain't goin' anywhere
but it's done up the best I can)

dirty bandages
clumsily cling to me
and I am consciously drifting,
purposely listless
unnescecarrily loveless,
So let me go
(The Boy's comin' home)