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THE WOMAN.

in her secret life

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HOME.

Been alone since 23

He tries to laugh and be happy

But I know it to be quite contrary.

No place’s like home.

 

His home,

where stars’re shining on the night sky,

fills brightly in his heavy eyes

and his tired mind.

All he want is one more Saturday night,

dancing on the other Earth’s side.

 

He keeps longing

‘Til a day…

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You.

 A firing star, a burning scar_

Of love and lost.

O’yes, you are!

Star.

My man is a morning star

falling from the bluest sky afar.

“Thy, who you are?”

I asked in the smoke of a tired bar.

He put off his darkest smoking tar.

“I am your scar!”,

replied he.

His voice echoed

in the last drum of jazz.

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