Shock waves for a price
each cloud I part again for you will I raise
I will raise each to understand it
watching the roses when perhaps
Before you remember it was you
whom laid him down
Your understanding all buds open
and bells thinking green lovely babies
And why there are none left standing
As I watch roses made of thin dreams
of past meetings with her
Isolated stretching the gun goes off
Childhood the smell of it as for tears
When by the sun
and why I am simply
I am pushing then
kissing the mask behind which open mouths
where a woman has pointed and roses grow
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