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Starting production of my new film

     

                       MoanGroanCallSongDence

Joy at work

"Joy was her name

A life un-wedThirty years old, Never danced a stepShe would have left these red hillsFar behind if not for her conditionWould have left these red hillsLong ago if not for my conditionPitiful joyShe looked awayInto a hollow skyCame face to faceWith her own innocence surrounding her Until it never was a questionInnocence so suffocatingNow she cannot move, no questionNo hope for joyNo hope or faithShe wanted to go blindWanted hope to stay"I've been believing in nothing since I was bornIt never was a question"No !"

until the end

Even though the world did not end, even though it was ridiculous they ever wondered whether it would, no one, no history, no politics, no mortgage, no unemployment, no divorce, no break up, no new love, no lashes whilst waiting for the bus, no wet cold fringe under icy fingers, no shiver down their spines would ever ever and I say ever brush away, fade, blur, fake, steal, break, understand, use, tell; those perfect few days they shared completely with a faraway glimpse of a funnily plausible armageddon. In love with all, with one, with the end, with every beginning, finally with their selves in each other's tender eyes.

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