I have entered the same river for the second time.
The first, remember. All most unable to be played again this play.
His face was the play, his laughter where I laid.
Not a girl who does not speak am I not.
I spoke with New 'Two' a lot. 'No, you are wrong.'
I said.
'I did want it a lot.' Take two, scene one here we go again.
God pressed repeat and Zoe went down the drain.
It is fun, it is fun to burn, ashes, smoke and rain.
Rising rising slowly within : the smoke breathes
the ashes dust the breath and the rain paints
the road I am not going to go down again.
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