Looked right to the sky
Full Moon hung over the hazy Dandenongs
Down the valley into Heidelburg
I drove home
Into a blazing golden sun
I would have been dazzled
If my eyes weren't wearing grief already
6A
Its a dry echoey ward
We have the best seat
And morphine crystalizes the view
Parts of me in strange places
My heart is with bed 13
Is it a lucky number?
in America, 12 to 14
Somewhere ahead the road for us stops
and we don't walk together any more
Hold my hand tightly now
I want to feel your heart beating
into my palm
08/04/09
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