Stars are falling down
Onto this broken-hearted hungry clown
Because he can't
So full of hope that he can't sit still,
Even in
Whirring, see the weird ship landing
Come to take us home
Animal nuzzles up to my shoulder.
Sweats and grunts and pushes
Love is our large concern
But that's become difficult to
No sliver of moon
The dark hurts my eyes
Dream-chimed awake, solemnized
Countin
Softly something comes
The train into the station
She has often waited
And
He's not falling, simply waiting,
Fading at the edges.
Sitting back, thinking
When Marilyn Monroe woke up in heaven,
She had everything she'd
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