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| You Say fagan 1995 |
You like the sound...late at night
the patter of rain, against the pane, the plop, plop
on the pavement...
You say.
But I hear the babies cry, outside my window
the wailing cry... the wah, wah babies crying.
It's cats, all wet and angry...
You say.
You snuggle close, the logs aflame, and cozy
hot chocolate mustache upon your lip
at peace, content.
Yet I grimmace, the searing heat, as infants screach
outside my door. And blood drips
upon the street. From my bleeding heart
You say
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