The bushes sway like drunken sailors,
the lilacs follow close behind;
the conductor moves with enthusiasm,
keeping the players in time.
-GS
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Doorway to Nowhere
PoetryI sleep in ashes ashes from the bed of memory please, remember me as my ashes drift away I sleep in ashes built by magic matches guilt and regret of my past's patches I sleep in ashes fire forgotten all is broken, all is rotten cracks fill the glas...
Purple
The bushes sway like drunken sailors,
the lilacs follow close behind;
the conductor moves with enthusiasm,
keeping the players in time.
-GS
