I missed you while you stood
 in the corner under the 
 cheap print of water lilies.

 A pretty sight is hard to
 see with broken glasses on.

 A blind man is hard to see
 at night in a dark alley.

 Listen to the north wind howl,
 the hearing chills me to the
 bone.  It hasn't blown like this 
 since I was a little boy.

 I want to see the lilies.
 The corner looks nice and warm.
 I could stay there forever.


		paradise

You are missing the whole point.

(I've had this suitcase since I
was four years old.  I couldn't
give it up for anything.)

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