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Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you incessantly from the place between your bed and wall? Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes? Looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you.. Does he know that place below your neck is your favorite to be touched and does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much? Does he lay awake listening to you breath? Worried that you smoke far too many ciggarettes. Is he coughing now on a bathroom floor? For every speck of tile there are a thousand more that you wont ever seebut the most inside yourself eternally. I drug your ghost across the contry and we plotted out my death. In every city, memories would whisper.."Here is where you rest." I was determined in Chicago, but I dug my teeth into my knees and I settled for a telephone and sang into your machine.."You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.." I kissed a girl with a broken jaw that her father gave to her. She had eyes bright enough to burn me, they reminded me of yours. In a story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed. And it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands and it stretched through centuries, diary entries end I wrote,"You make me happy when skies are gray..You ake me happy when skies are Gray and Gray and Gray.." Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest with its hands stretched out towards the calender hanging itself. But I will not weep, for those dying days. For all the ones that left, there are a few that stayed. And they found me here and pulled me from the grass, where I was laid.

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