Edith can I use your arms
to tear these men into my heart.
I adore them.
In the rainy ways the better days
come along like sad songs
I abhor them.
Edith, can I use your voice
to drown out all the trouble boys
so beautiful
the pain on their faces
replacing all they labored for
so beautiful
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I can taste your lips upon the wine,
red stains to mine.
Only wanting. Only Wanting. This time.
Tell me, can I use your eyes
to find out where the danger lies?
I know them.
Dark answers looking after glimpses
and what distances are there?
Edith, can I take it on?
Did you make it sing those songs?
I’ll sing mine.
To forget you, to remind you.
To forget me, to remind me.
I’ll sing mine.
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Edith, this one’s for us.
hopefully I bend and touch.
Another lover.
There’s a spring a love can bring
to any winter woman’s wish to get above her.
Edith, here we go my friend.
Edith, here we go again.
I’m glad you’re here
to tell my arms, to tell my songs,
to tell my eyes I can take it on…
I know you’re here…
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