Pages turn
Leaves
Brown
Pale
Crisp
Remarkable trade
You'd never believe
The story behind the story
The pain behind the pain
Your pain behind the Purim spiel
Your pain like Job's
Prodding
Probing
Pruning
Previous
Precious
Promote a life
By amputating a limb
The pain
The loss
Buzz
Of a lost limb
Looms large
Against the pastel shaded sky
Invincible
Your teeth on my neck
Pushing back
Hard
Hot Breathe
Neth
Among the lost lost souls
Dream of me
Dear one
As I do of you
You
Lyric head
Homestead
Boy named Fred
Has made my heart flutter
On wings
Anxious
To love again
Without
Clauses
Or Homesteads
Or suppositions
To whit
Too witty
To maintain
For prolonged periods,
Baby I need you
Baby imma want you
Baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby
It sounds a bit foreign
Chaconne ausson gout
A firm arm at the back of your spine
Dips
Your back into a short hard whiplash
Snap
Kiss me Hardy
Hardy
Now.
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