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Skull of Dreams
a dreaming skull
in a field of clover
wondering at the sky

lovers are like clouds
as they mutate and hover
and then they roll right on by

they dont add up to enough
you can handle and touch
like angels they pass right through you

the shadows of love
can block the sun from above
like magic or some kind of voodoo

posted by Craig    10:59 AM  

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To Whom it may concern
So my pillow from the moon has become worn,
and my blanket from the stars is frayed and torn.
You are a jewel in a crown of thorn

I still don't really understand,
though from time to time I think I do.
But here I am free to think of anything at all
and my thoughts keep returning to you
And my thoughts keep returning to you.
(original)

"Let me see your beauty broken down
Like you would do
for one you love." (L Cohen)

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