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Atleast there is more moisture in the air today. Singing has been especially painful with the dry weather. feeling uninspired. Is it because of my day job? Did I already post that I was interested in starting an advice column in a newspaper or mag? It would give everyone a place to ask questions, and I get to publish the strange things that happen...it would be perfect..

anyway:
Never like love:
felt the millions of rain drops fall from my ears
did I hear you
words wet with misery the feeling of an ending, a loose shirt blowing in the wind

the end like a word
the word like a scratch
running down the circuitry

creating a new program out of hope
you have changed me

you drank from a tea you made with the leaves you used to read me
you made a shirt from the sheets we made love on
you painted your lips with my menstrual blood
and yet never said it was love

and yet it was never love

you made perfume from the scent of my skin
you lifted my words from the weight of my stare
you ground up my jewelry to season your food
yet never called it love

is that a label I may never have the luxury of?
Is it as flighty as a city sparrow?
Only felt in a flash of remembering what it was, or what could have been