i was dead and alive,
she was like wine turned to water, then turned back to wine.
you can pour us out, we won't mind.
a scratch around the mouth of the glass,
my life is no longer mine...
if they ask you for a sign of the Father,
tell them it's movement, movement, movement!
November 24, 2007
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