I watched Casablanca tonight
And while I lack Rick's panache
I sit here in my cafe
Bottle choking to death in my fist.
The notes of your melody penetrate
Through years of scars and defenses
But if you can stand to hear the music
So can I.
I watched Casablanca tonight And while I lack Rick's panache I sit here in my cafe Bottle choking to death in my fist. The notes of your melody penetrate Through years of scars and defenses But if you can stand to hear the music So can I. |
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Not a lot more to say.
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
*Inspired to rent it*
I enjoy the poem, but I feel like I can't comment properly without having seen the movie.
*Will get back to you*
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