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If I could see you,
If I knew where to go
Miles among miles away -
I'd take your hand,
Pull you in close -
Hug you tight
Until you believe me
When I tell you
That it'll be all right
But you're gone, now
And all I can do
Is a dream a fantasy
That I can still save you
Another night
Streaming tears
Whilst I imagine
You in my hold,
Your face tearless
With a smile so rare
I don't know
Where you are now,
But wherever it is
Remember
What I never told you;
I love you...
If I knew where to go
Miles among miles away -
I'd take your hand,
Pull you in close -
Hug you tight
Until you believe me
When I tell you
That it'll be all right
But you're gone, now
And all I can do
Is a dream a fantasy
That I can still save you
Another night
Streaming tears
Whilst I imagine
You in my hold,
Your face tearless
With a smile so rare
I don't know
Where you are now,
But wherever it is
Remember
What I never told you;
I love you...
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The cost of intellectual property has gone up.
I can already feel the ideas curdling like milk,
Strings of silver silk lining
Tangling it up so neatly--
A package for the loan-shark in my bed in the morning.
A message to my lover, to whom I owe such a debt:
All you ever do anymore is take.
My poems crumble at the touch,
Fading into the clusters of Sunday brunch and Family Guy reruns.
What's the price of the two seconds of quiet
Without a pile of unfilled lines awaiting my autograph
Ruffling through the papers you'll have me sign-
What wouldn't I give to sign with the devil, over you...
Teetering on the corner of thought,
My pen limp and b
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We should never expect a tomorrow to be able to say it. Carpe diem!