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[noplaceforthee]

You ask why poets speak so often
In the language of goodbyes.
It’s because beginnings take them by surprise.
Love comes and hammers them,
And then the poor fools are lost for words.
They abandon their pens, and their fingers
Itch for other things: buttons, nipples, zips -
For everything but the poor abandoned pen.My own words fall flat today

Comments

[in_spectre_mors]

It's wonderful to hear from you, regardless of whose words you choose to speak with. I hope you find inspiration soon. And I hope to see you again soon as well, dear friend.

[noplaceforthee]

Spectre is feeling better than before? :D

[in_spectre_mors]

Spectre is feeling somewhat better, yes.

[noplaceforthee]

That's the best thing I've heard all day :)

[in_spectre_mors]

Then I am glad to have brightened your day! And if you happen to see my bassist, will you give him a hug for me? He's been...incredible.

[noplaceforthee]

He'll never escape from my love!