~| s u n d a y |~



i got
sympathy for dead voices
curdling the same old shivers
singing familiar words
i've only got to electrify your memory
to rekindle...
     ...i got pictures of you
before you cut your hair
when that impish smile
was hiding something other than
ill use...
   ...sing
i still do in dreams
on sunday
you pretty thing come
waltzing back
but i'm not sorry...



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