u gave me yr mix

we're like outlaws

nyc punk art rockers

we have our secret places in the city

like the secret spots on our bodies

and secret meanings in our mixes

our love blooms orange and red

flowers and flames,

the happy and sad feelings between songs...

memories form dark twists beneath the surface

of soft spring soil

but everything's ok

it's all as it should be

love and loss

rise and fall

sweetness and light--

the earth is its mountains

and its valleys and its wonderous pits of mineral ore

and its rainbow oil slicks and sparkling factory lights

the searching lighthouse eye

and the ragged company

of metal ships and bombs that scar

all is desire, all is ending, all is beginning

all is love,

big, big love

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