Restore / J’adore

And so music does make us and break us 

and sing;

and whilst I have breathe to breath you some ring,

and back to front and strangely love you,

and love you without a right or place, or a taste of

your 

selves, 

or your elves, 

or your strung quite

out, and in and 

down,

even so I do find it this easy to engine ‘ere 

a sound of skinny

body length-stretched out in tears,

and in absolute toy as 

imagine one day I am able 

to joy you, 

so fool!

Oh how cool that’d be:

yes, cool 

it would see …

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