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- Last Night
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- Last night your mouth on mine was counterfeit,
- Losing its meaning along the way.
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- And in this morning's shadows the bed
- Holds shape but nothing else. Perhaps,
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- Perhaps there could be reason, perhaps
- There could be cause, or maybe you have
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- Simply lost the interest of love I had thought
- We shared. Whatever happens now my smile
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- Cannot be the same, the way in which I fold the patterns
- Of my life will not be the same,
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- Your mouth last night on mine counterfeit,
- Watching the blooms of disengagement follow
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- The patterns of stars that come
- In the night's sky that have nothing to do
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- With us at all, save colour in misgivings,
- Like the tragedy that smiles at the misery
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- One simple action can unfold, your mouth,
- Last night, on mine, counterfeit.
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