Clare Webb Poems

There she sits,
At her piano again;
It's all she ever does.
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I’m in love with you,
Can you not see
The way you make my heart race?
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La beauté gothique,
Se reposant seule dans une salle obscurcie.
Le seul bruit cassant le silence croquant de la nuit,
Est la belle musique qui découle de ses bouts du doigt;
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The days are growing hotter,
And the nights shorter.
So it’s down to the woods I go,
To sit in the shade of the trees.
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I look into my heart and I see black
Black... poisoning, destructive black
Only when the black is gone will I be saved
I take the knife and press it to my breast
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