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wet tobacco over wet door steps

and the cows in the far meadow

this daemon hosts the lucky

with the lighter

A pyramid

a piece of colour

a coloured piece of love

and you lay still

and i hold your nothing

and you leave me

a colour

a shade of grey

and three points as to why you leave

I can show them all photos

i can tell them all the stories

but the love and the hate will not be clear

the fury and passion can not be delivered to them

these people will never understand

and these words will never capture how obscure the passion

how intense the hate

and to the depth to which the scars of our love ran

to be for the rest of our days silent

and never a word shall pass from our lips

goodbye

i hear you now

A country boy moves to the city

and the city moves this country boy

Messages sent into the void

no replies

no words

just the silence

and the waiting

i wait

silent

There can be no method to this madness

can i not just be mad, evil, and loving

having been and had

i am the dictator of hearts

and the dark forgotten art of madness is my prose

to love is madness

and to be loved is

well, mad

the souls should travel through the night

as love dies in long days

i am my own worst mystery

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