(to you) i go
before
morning
(while they are sleeping)
beside you.
all alone
like
fred astaire
i dance / around this foolhardy idea
of
happy endings. tulle
grows
out of my ears, i listen
in
living color / mgm
like
nothing in my head (and so)
it's just you,
and me,
and a leslie caron song
looking for love
(hard-headed) until
the very end.
i
eat my snack, and
wait
for you...
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