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| I Sing © Amber Tamblyn |
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| Written by Amber Tamblyn | |
| Tuesday, 26 April 2005 | |
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I sing it like a song I've never heard it before, humming away broken fingers across the river of his mouth. Tenderly I touch,
the rough surface of love peeling away the layers of melancholy thought. Preaching to me like an infinite dream on an infinite evening, forever blurting out thunder into the west of my mind and still the song I sing always seems to fly south when morning comes again. |
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