Sinfest

[nathan]

a place for stuff
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Call your mother, she's been asleep at the wheel for days.
The desert's alive but the rain has wandered lonely.
And now the road is more dry than when she came,
and the sand becomes more distant as she drives.

Where were you when the delivery room was silent?
I think you knew that your sister had thrown out
all the shapes that could fit her heart's forgiveness.
Though made of gold, they were too heavy for her hands.

Call yourself by a name to which you'll answer.
The truth is bare, but flattery is barren praise.
And won't you, when you're old and rocking slowly
in a pew, look to the dry baptismal font?

Where will we be - when the moment is upon us?
And each embrace is a memory of a dream.
Our hands were hot. The fescue gave you sniffles.
I have forgotten the way the fields smelled.
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All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last. - Marky Mark Proust