Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Called Valentine

Through the black doctor’s lips
My pale angel spoke
You must die you know
 
Of course you forgot again
To take my prescription
To exercise your brain
 
And though you have a sunshine
Kind of heart you still love
The midnight spaces
 
Where the soul is like a parasite
On the body struggling to preserve it
Struggling to endure it
 
What can I tell you
My doctor-angel spoke
If you would be born again

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