It s not really poetrybut it s pretty he said.
As he raises his voice, she lowers her head.
It makes my heart heavyyou re lonelyI think.
OhRoseyou re sadI suppose.
Look in her bed and she s bound to be sleeping.
She s lying there dead. - Noshe s breathing.
Furious Rosewith your opiate eyes
your languorous humthat tone of surprise
I ve heard energy in adversity.
Your smile: the soul of witchery.
You re not running away
You re not running - are you?
Lyrically longingshe s tearing the words from the page.
She s fearfully seething.
Bring me your blessingsa prayeror a new pen.
- You don t know what I need.
Look in my bed and I m bound to be sleeping
I m lying there deadbut I m breathing.
And I m barely balancing as it is
And I don t want to drown in my dreams
Bring me wild plums and agrimony
I bet you don t even know what that means.
Furious Rose with your opiate eyes
Your languorous humthat tone of surprise.
I ve heard energy in adversity.
Your smile: the soul of witchery.
You re not running away
you re not running - are you?
Gingerly peeringover his shoulderremoved herself from the room.
She s terribly freezingshe always knows when to go.

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