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Epitaph

The stars pulled me closer
And unzipped their little silver jackets
And pressed their breasts side-to-side on my chest
In that message the lecher in every lover knows
Until I pled that I was ready for the parting of the heavens
And with grins that assured me that wine and laughter
And all the best kinds of sin are divine
They said this is going to last a while
And took me in forever after


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James Navé October 1, 2012 at 9:10 pm

Yes Gary, every sin is divine. The best sins lie in the dark places between the stars, the places we remember most.

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