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[larouxe]

this is from a couple nights ago:

Oh how I want to dance, lay down and waver, till the morning solemnity harkens out a new song

And I will be more tuneable then

And wouldn't it be wonderful to laugh the roundlings in

And hold each one at arms length

While their notes spread and led us home

And to the bodies

Of each our own

And oranges fill and pieces of us lie

And the letters they die as they fall to the floor

And with a roar the words pick themselves up

And dust off a new shape

A new meaning

Each ringlet of her hair has me gasping

And each flash of his grin has me knowing

I will never be loved like this again

And for a moment

It's okay to pretend

Pretend that I am madly in love and doting

And the word platonic never existed

And the world is perfect and quiet and covered with snow

And down

Down, down I go

Unable to fix myself

With determination and power

I will wash me clean

Of all things unseemly

Except the want of you

I will wear proudly

The showing off of my humanity

The fact that I'm human

And I human well

Tomorrow will tell if the raucousness returns

And let it all burn

Burn

Burn

Till the ringing in my ears

Tells it's time to stop