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AmI grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip CI said oeyou ve taken the diet too far you have got to let it slip AmBut she s not eating again she s not eating again Cshe s not eating again she s not eating again AmI ask her to speak French and then I need her to translate CI get the feeling she makes the meaning more significant AmShe was always far too pretty for me to believe in a single Cword she said believe a word she said
AmAt fourteen her mother died in a routine operation Cfrom allergic reaction to a general anesthetic AmShe spent the rest of her teens experimenting with prescriptions Cin a futile attempt to know more than the doctors AmShe said one day to leave her sand up to her sChoulders waiting for the tide Amto drag her to the ocean to another sea s shore CThis thing hurts like hell Ambut what did you expect
AmAnd all you can hear is the Csound of your own heart AmAnd all you can feel is your Clungs flood and the blood course AmBut oh I can see five Chundred years dead set ahead of me AmFive hundred behind CA thousand years in perfect symmetry
AmBest known left wrist right finger through all the Southern States on Cevery video games machine they call her triple A AmThere were racists on the radio trying to give up smoking Cthe chat show host he joked oeyou have to wait for the government program AmYou talk about your politics and I wonder if you could be one of them but Cyou could never kiss a Tory boy without wanting to cut off your tongue again AmA good place to look to the future is when you are sat at the sea with the Csalt up to your ankles and a view of the end of the pier you may Amlook down at your model s feet and wish that you d just float away and the Cweather here is overcast and the sea is the same shade of grey so the Amlandscape before you looks just like the edge of the world but to the Cleft side and the right side either way is a crazy golf course AmThe sea is a good place to Cthink of the future
AmAnd all you can hear is the Csound of your own heart AmAnd all you can feel is your Clungs flood and the blood course But Amoh I can see five hundred years Cdead set ahead of me AmFive hundred behind CA thousand years in perfect symmetry AmA thousand years no getting rid of me CA thousand years in perfect symmetry