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I lay Gawake at four, staring at the wall
FCounting all the cracks bacCkwards in my best French
GReminds me of a book I skim-read in a surgery
FAll about palmistry, I wonder wChat's in store for me
GI pretend the plaster is the skin on my Fpalms
And the cracks are represCentative of what is goinGg on
I lose a breath... my love-line seems intertwined with Fdeath C
I'm thinking of you tGoo
FC
GI lay awake at three, staring at the ceiling
FIt's a kind of off-white, Cmaybe it's a cream
GThere's oily residue dripping from the kitchen
FIt's art-deco necromantic chic, all the Cdinner plates are kitsch with
GIrish Wolf Hounds, French baguettes wrapped loose around their Fnecks
I think I'm hungry, I'm tChinking of you tGoo
I'm thinking of you Ftoo C
I'm thinking of you Gtoo
I'm thinking of you Ftoo C
I'm thinking of you Gtoo
GWondering what you're doing, what you're listening to
FWhich quarter of the moon you're Cviewing from your bedroom
GWatching all the movies, drinking all the smoothies
FSwimming at the pool,C I'm thinking of you Gtoo
I'm thinking of you tFoo C
I'm thinking of you tGoo
I'm thinking of you Ftoo C
Stan.
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