Full Stop

 
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Stand beside me when all the buses have stopped and lollipop ladies have drawn their last drag when the debutant Queen has been reduced to a hag it is you and only you full stop. Holy laughter in the phosphorus morning eternally young old age never deserving it is you and only you full stop. It is you and only you full stop. When the string out ghosts of boredom come screaming from the pit I will take your earlobe gently between my teeth ill stand guard outside your door as you starve yourself of sleep it is you and only you full stop. It is you and only you. Pour your tears into my mouth and take this gift of quiet joy plant a kiss upon my neck as I reach down to tie your laces think of our children's children's children and the shape of their faces it is you and only you full stop. Our well worn names they shall live on in mind and myth and in the skipping games of little gypsey girls around their campfires in the country in their song like prayers it is you and only you full stop. It is you and only you full stop. As the hands begin to spin within the clocks and the dealers selling dreams bag up their stock so I climb and search for answers in the rock to a sermon on a mount where the masses flock when they get bored and disappear inside to window shop it is you and only you full stop. It is you and only you full stop.