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Two can keep a secret

Posted on October 10, 2019 by Catastrophe Jones

I love you and your black heart, the way you answer me, when I call. I love you and your black heart, the way you laugh when I am just me. I love you and your black heart, the way … Continue reading →

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Unexpected

Posted on October 9, 2019 by Catastrophe Jones

I got asked ‘how you?’ And within the rundownlist of howme I ended up coming upyou maybe onetwo threefour times, thinking of the way life’s gone happysmile without me noticing. I didn’t notice when the upsome got more than the … Continue reading →

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Wishful thinking

Posted on October 8, 2019 by Catastrophe Jones

You on your knees blood on your teeth pride at my feet But aren’t you what I love the most. Aren’t you what I want? You know me better than I know myself. If I am the singer you are … Continue reading →

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Peace

Posted on October 7, 2019 by Catastrophe Jones

Cool blue waters, ocean air and mists. Halcyon days, and serenity. There is a gravity to the becalmed sea, the surging of all things beneath, unseen above the waves, but powerful and without measure below. If I am ablaze, if … Continue reading →

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I worry sometimes

Posted on July 17, 2019 by Catastrophe Jones

They’ll figure out what I’m doing — or, worse yet, that they already have, and now I’m a ticking time bomb of my own making, painstakingly created, impossible to defuse. What happens when I die? Everything I have ever loved … Continue reading →

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