This is such a cool piece. Wonderful rendition. I like the
echo, except...I lost some of the words. If you would post
the lyrics, that issue would be eliminated. Again, I love the
images in this, and the sense of regret & hope.

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I am under a heap of kisses
the dark shed of heap skin of kisses
I don't wish to share them
because they are cold
chilled
and tart as pine-apple

I am under this
quilt of forgotten kisses

At first it seemed
I was unable to move
but now I realize
I am hiding
'because
I've grown used to this
fate of lonely nights

Where it's just me
eating my own fruit
only just because
Only for this reason
to have there be one
solitary point of treason
making love again

the blanket
it's dark chain-mail of old romance
inter-woven, inter-locked
as the kisses themselves used to be
but now tied only to the thing we're calling
a distant and grey memory
like the sea-foam in December
just before the storm
when dew was all of that sand

and perhaps I should climb out
and find something Hot
and worth-while
to touch


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I just now noticed this was uploaded. Missed it the first
time around.

Outstanding verse. Whenever I watch "Russell Simmon's
Def Poetry" on HBO I half expect to see you announced to
walk out on stage.

I liked the backing synths and the selective echo. This one
is sort of short and sweet. I felt the last note was a bit
abrupt. I'd like to hear a long, drawn out echo of it as the
words and meanings still swirl around in the listener's
head.

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