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Too late to write poetry
Want to be in bed
Pain of it sets me free
Promise of it in my head

Where you going to go
When the promises were lies
How you going to know
The pain that's on the rise

When you lay down girl
Only promise is tommorrow
Going to wake up in this world
Wondering about the sorrows

Of the pain you might feel
Well the hurts here inside
Of the promises that might be real
On them sleeping dreams will ride

Arms around me in this night
Face there in my hair
"Baby, baby, you alright"
All I need to know of care

Pain---there is a pill for
Promises---they're often broken
Comfort is in my bed behind my door
Action is the language to be spoken.

7/22/2006 latenight cj

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