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It's a still life water color
Of a now, late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtained lace
And shadows wash the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean, roar
In the dangling conversation and the superficial sighs
The borders of our alliance
And you read your Emily Dickinson
And I, my Robert Frost
And we note our place with bookmakers
That measure what we've lost
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time
And the dangled conversation and the superficial sighs
Are the borders of our alliance
Yes, we speak of things that matter
With words that must be said
Can analysis be worthwhile?
Is the theater, really dead?
And how the room is softly faded and
I only kiss your shadow
I cannot feel your hand
You're a stranger now, unto me
Lost in the dangling conversation and the superficial sighs
In the borders of our alliance
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- One Day At A Time
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