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Smoke In A Flower Field
write me a poem
that i know you care
for, to give away your word
i think you'll never dare
make me hear your whisper
sense a woman's flair
who recedes like the ebb
from a thirsty sand.
play me a tune
between your closed lips
a perfume aria
floating from tulips
the world is void of romance
haunted with metal needs
abstract on their thoughts
whistling thru' empty reeds
Come pluck a chord.
from my fragile heart
it's what i can afford
i' m poorly armed,
from the first ever start
i try to romanticize a feeling
while it's a wild wild world
only wars and blood spurting
how to play a musical chord
But, wait ! this is not our world
it is the dead one
let them live deadly
we are still true poets
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