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GI lay awake at four, staring at the wall FCounting all the cracks bacCkwards in my best French GReminds me of a book I skim-read in a surgery FAll about palmistry, I wonder wChat's in store for me GI pretend the plaster is the skin on my Fpalms And the cracks are represCentative of what is goinGg on I lose a breath... my love-line seems intertwined with Fdeath C I'm thinking of you tGoo
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GI lay awake at three, staring at the ceiling FIt's a kind of off-white, Cmaybe it's a cream GThere's oily residue dripping from the kitchen FIt's art-deco necromantic chic, all the Cdinner plates are kitsch with GIrish Wolf Hounds, French baguettes wrapped loose around their Fnecks I think I'm hungry, I'm tChinking of you tGoo
I'm thinking of you Ftoo C I'm thinking of you Gtoo I'm thinking of you Ftoo C I'm thinking of you Gtoo
GWondering what you're doing, what you're listening to FWhich quarter of the moon you're Cviewing from your bedroom GWatching all the movies, drinking all the smoothies FSwimming at the pool,C I'm thinking of you Gtoo
I'm thinking of you tFoo C I'm thinking of you tGoo I'm thinking of you Ftoo C
Stan.