April 2012
12 posts
It’s your bicycle bells and you Rembrandt swells
Your children alive and still breathing
And your look of loss when you’re coming across
Makes me feel like a thief when you’re bleeding
Duchess Duchess
Light up your candles for me
Duchess Duchess
Put all your love back in me
I come listening I touch touching
With the Persian sea running through your veins
You shed your...
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We had been driving for nearly three hours through the Italian countryside. The cramped quarters of the rental car would have normally induced some rolling tumbleweed of a conversation between polite acquaintances, but we were family, so we sat silent and observed our own thoughts.
