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Parted Lines of Dusty Blinds
You only spoke in orders a hand-full of the time.
You came over twice a day to hear me play.
Go on and mull it over; impose some symmetry
With your arms perched isosceles, oh sing it please.
Forever, if you want me to.
Every time, I breathe in rhyme
When you kiss me quick and gentle,
And you kiss me quick and gentle
With unbelievable grace.
Couldn't have held me closer, your hair tumbling down.
Now you're leaving with the dawn, and on and on.
Tomorrow's just another day.
Parted lines of dusty blinds,
'Cause my hands are strong and empty,
And my hands are strong and empty
With unbelievable grace.
© and ℗ 2009 Patrick Shea
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