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But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

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It's HalF pAsT nInE anD TimE tO LeaVE

With a smell of leaves here’s her voice yelling

"Can you wait?" from the other room.

Dancing on the electric wires my eyes have brushed the skyline.

It’s half past nine and time to leave.

I can’t remember summer days.

But I’m not scared. I guess I was always sleeping while she was padding lies on my shirts.

I close my eyes and I see white windmills. I swear I’m sober.

It’s half past nine and time to leave, when was the last time we went out?

How did she feel?

I guess I was always sleeping.

A door slams and it seems I’ve been through this before.

Sever-UVMMS

25/04/2008 00:11

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