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Myspace Layouts There was something Among the birth and bud Of each new smile That said without a word 'I have lost once or twice..'Knowledge of decline But only In the sense of sunsets Dipping full blush Like girlish eyes Again to rise Again to rise..Step by palsied step The days deliver us new bread Kneaded by hands Aged by a billion life-times To age a billion moreSometimes the sunshine Wears different clothes And never did religion Suit those particular shoes . Copyright dot allisonWere I to say I did not care, Were I to say I could either handle you Or lack of youWere I to say That sphere of fire The one in my chest That drips molten threads That become coal-silk In the cool outside of my heart To be made into a cloth, a shammy Was not the one I wear In all weathersWere I to say that I do not need And that I will be okay No matter what Within you or without youWere I to say The soreness of this heat Withers my peach skin Oxidised in mid-bloom And that it looks like Some unrepentant fury Searching for a vector . . . .Or were I to say I did not love you . . . I would be lying . . . . copyright dot allison