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Look Around—there's Only One Thing Of Danger For You Here—poetry.

I Like On The Table, When We're Speaking, The Light Of A Bottle Of Intelligent Wine.

But From Each Crime Are Born Bullets That Will One Day Seek Out In You Where The Heart Lies.

If Each Day Falls Inside Each Night, There Exists A Well Where Clarity Is Imprisoned. We Need To Sit On The Rim Of The Well Of Darkness And Fish For Fallen Light With Patience.

The Birds Of Night Peck At The First Stars That Flash Like My Soul When I Love You.