come to me
while I'm sleeping
and their wagging tongues
will not find
tonight I shall sleep with the ghost of Picasso
and I'll
The whole world holds its breath
at the place where your
Oh my love he works upon the sea
On the waves
I have waited long for you to come back home
to
sleep now, your blood moving in the quiet wind
no longer
I'll meet you
where the path meets the beach
where the tree
You talk to me
With the language of the sea
Of sand
when the ground drives like sand
and you're losing it from
there was a time I gave too much away
and many
through bushes & through briars I lately took my way
all
desire brings on madness
and that madness is directed at you
the
strung in the wind I called you
but you did not
ye muses assist me, there is none can resist me
save
I am a russian doll
layers beneath the skin
I have no
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