The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them away. Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully they might so I’m waiting and staying awake. Things I have loved I’m allowed to keep I’ll never know if I go to sleep. The papers around me are piling and twisting Regina the paper back mummy what then. I’m taking the knife to the books that I own and chopping and chopping and boiling soup from stone. Things I have loved I’m allowed to keep. I’ll never know if I go to sleep. Things I have loved I’m allowed to keep. I’ll never know if i go to sleep.
Be My Guest I - Haris "Dizzy" Agic, No7
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The Flowers
The flowers you gave me are rotting
and still I refuse to throw them away.
Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully
they might so I’m waiting and staying awake.
Things I have loved I’m allowed to keep
I’ll never know if I go to sleep.
The papers around me are piling
and twisting Regina the paper back mummy
what then.
I’m taking the knife to the books that I own and chopping and chopping and boiling soup from stone.
Things I have loved I’m allowed to keep.
I’ll never know if I go to sleep.
Things I have loved I’m allowed to keep.
I’ll never know if i go to sleep.
REGINA SPECTOR
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