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Ambrose:
I abandoned your roses
In the back alley at dawn
And you can say that you know us
Like we know anyone at all
I should stay here with your roses
There's nowhere else that I should be
And if I saw you walking down the street
I'd run until my feet began to bleed.
I see a blackbird thirteen ways
In labyrinths of your reflections
I see it all in a heap of broken images
And I scream until my ears begin to bleed.
An abstracted Ada in myopic contemplation
Incandescent memory erupts in flames
I'm catching tigers in red weather
I'm being licked by chromatic flames
These constellations in an ocean
It's only there that you begin to feel your free.
Plainview:
Lovely and lush
Swimming in the dawn
I abandoned your roses
Coiled and barefoot
They don't know me at all
I see a blackbird thirteen ways
It finds me strange
Lost in your reflection
I see you standing in the shadow of
The words inside your roses
I hear you and I bleed
I abandoned your roses.
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