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The Road

"The Road" - 8/3/2007

can crystal ball already
this won't work easily
though admittedly I've feared
you'd prophesy so

can sense it like icicles
stabbing through my eyes
the blinding-waiting for
love's lung to let go

you wrote you adored
me in rivers of words
(and once left a message
if memory serves)

you never say nothin'
can actually be heard
as though speaking aloud
might torture slow-boil

what tongues can't taste
too many more nights
so I'll lie here and starve
hungry girl you guess I am

and I've let
you believe
even though
I'm much more

man