The leaves are always left out when mentioning the flower
rollings
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More hours than
it's as if you were just here
strange like the smell of rain that sweeps the days that
the calendar dropped so fast
(speedy dealer he is)
there's just enough room left
for more of his last breath
every day I knew the sun would rise
but today I felt it lower than ever before
it limped across the gate and down my dreams
like that one where she grabbed you from my hand and talked to you for so long
under her demon blanket of knees
and you calling her hug
I know only a volunteer could be in this position
who else lets the drizzle stab their every calm
who else takes their finger and with it presses the button just to see what it does
then the knock on the door comes
and its the rain
and you calling me again
it's as if you were just here
strange like the smell of rain that sweeps the days that
the calendar dropped so fast
(speedy dealer he is)
there's just enough room left
for more of his last breath
every day I knew the sun would rise
but today I felt it lower than ever before
it limped across the gate and down my dreams
like that one where she grabbed you from my hand and talked to you for so long
under her demon blanket of knees
and you calling her hug
I know only a volunteer could be in this position
who else lets the drizzle stab their every calm
who else takes their finger and with it presses the button just to see what it does
then the knock on the door comes
and its the rain
and you calling me again
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The PJ Poetry forum is THE SHIT.
Thank you justam!
thank you Jamuel.
I am grateful to be a piece thereof. .....
yeah
this one is up there with my favorites of yours
one of my favorites
all together
"the calendar dropped so fast
(speedy dealer he is)"
unfuckingreal!
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
thank you sister
your comments always make me say cheese