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Lovers

Blurs in windows
they have passed
and been passed before

the smokiness of the snow
the pallor of cold
it sticks inside,
with our assortment of moments
some glories take time

Lovers

This makes one chuckle
the dry laugh
the laugh of one who knows what is coming
the other sweats inside
the brain floats in salt
bitterness will still set in

Each town has its own heartache
how long does silence last
each breath is a small catastrophe

the snow has shifted into shades of you
why do your eyes never focus
they just scatter
and laugh at direction

Lovers

A trip is no joy
sixteen equals heartache
equals cynical
equals move on
or get numb

i cut you through
you could at least moan
just contemplate your next lay
in time we may exchange libraries

did i ever say your name,
to your face anyway
is that your power or mine?

Lovers

stop is just ahead