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beautiful. buy this from them, please. http://www.amazon.com/Elysium/dp/B000S56RN6/

words. the best.:

half-full loses weight once you taste it.
so, for now my empty glass must mean i've chased it.
but, i'm not wasted, and i'll not waste it.
dealer laced it with a new decree of our separation. (how many have you taken?)

and i could run off at the mouth
for hours on end, like i'd gone senseless.
but i'm just speechless, rendered me defenseless.
barred from your presence, my name from present-tenses.

and yes, i've sensed this since early august.
i'm not dense and it's obvious that you're more than just friends,
but i'm not against this. i'll remove our fences,
and just hide in these sentencing sentences until things can start making sense.

it's a roseate opiate ruse of roguish rouge
that brings back my black and bruised blues.
the sea, our torpid frames pale on the beach,
entwined in love's sands, between those sheets.

remember - i mean, really think back now -
to the very last time you were happy.
and yeah, i know, got the job, got the family.
got no free time, and still they'll take what's left.

now we're running on empty, but i know we can make it.
can't turn around, and we can't change our destination,
but when our transmission ends,
they'll rescue us, and we'll start from where we land.

it's a roseate opiate ruse of roguish rouge
that brings back my black and bruised blues.
you can't rob the coppery tide of her cherry-ish hues.
the shores of these sheets recant refuse.

forget about the wedding rings we lose.
only greater love will see us through.
it don't matter now how long we've played the fools,
we both know we were bound to bend the rules.

you should know by now, we never lose. (no never, never!)
you can mock the malleable calms of ancient rule, (forever and ever!)
or forgive them, for they know not what they do. (whatever, whatever!)
so rosemary's babe to sing the truth. (for worse or for better!)

now, the idiots seem crazy when they serve the savants,
and the mouth of the iris learns to let the light in.
may the end of our times make way for the rules that we bend.
times are always changing, but life never ends...