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The Prettiest Music
The heat switches between the rooms
From the front of the house, to the back
And on the bed, your curled form is laid
I'm watching the sky as it cries in the street
Blowing my nose and counting the people
They all carry bags of food to their cars
Filled with treats and sweet desserts
All insults to the hunger pains in my chest
As I move to the kitchen, you stir for a second
This day is ...
Tuesday 26th January 2010 11:21 am
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