I went to the opera alone,
She lay in a hospital bed.
As the violins cried -
I knew her body lay still.
She’d sent me out,
As her ears and eyes,
For lately my eyes,
Had seen too much.
I was slumped in a chair,
Oblivious, a little girl,
Left a chocolate-bar,
At my feet, an offering.
The violins played on,
Softly, slowly then
Triple-forte as the song
Worked out, then died.
My Western Civ teach used to throw parties, For the students, help them break the windows With rocks, there was a secret door to...
Her perfume, her slinky dress, and her voice, Draw me in, but less the things she says: she’s Not a woman of many words, not for me, ...
He became happy and clutched his heart, Feared the looming scaffolds above, He broke into a sweat, began to leaf Through his Bible...
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