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Francis Baker........................composed words 2000-2001


A beautiful mess	I am built

what she doesn't want	sometimes laughter sometimes	it is in this	I am a barbarian
delicate slowness	everything turns into something else	release them	your nutrients
one thousand places	these days make up the rest	you see	smoke fills the air
writing across your face	during the course of the evening	light of day	a bruise on the heart
visions of other worlds	and you find yourself breathing	cleaning house	written in cement

almost like a rip-off	reliving dreams more chaotic	he is in greys	they wash away
across the spanish tile	out you tumble in silver	when we are lost	she drank herself
to feel your breath	the growing idea of heaven	recognize me	trying to wake
ignore it to go on	somewhere there is a way in	there are lovers	jumpbeat
and the smile still exists	we were momentarily suspended	ballast of permanence	at the leaving
love is carried along	we are connected independantly	let it sink in	it is only this
only the essensial matters	being the pelican the sardine	until she stirs	gloss

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