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The Must be Me book…
I didn’t know the fight as well as I knew the cure and the reversal…
I don’t mean to be me..but you know I am..and tragic truth aside..it starts inside us..I can’t create it for you.. And I can tell with your smile tucked in my shoulder … I must create something …the cats in the cradle … I might just steal something..
I have spent a lifetime wanting to fix it....a life spent fixing invisible fractures..ignoring the real ones…
A spilled decanter of brandy and I wish for all the seconds and missteps that I could curl your lip again..
Curl your hair again…
Paint your absolute lust with my voice..and the decades roll up like library carts and window shades…. a violated achilles heel…
Lady night
.. Last night…
Stolen… still my shit is strong..and the question when I can have anything but you.. Everything plus you.. The you without and the you within. Sweet rose..
Sweet danger…who can I be when I must be me?.. who can descend a mile past that page describing today.. who can I BE?
