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You Can't Save Everything
by Nicole Assenzafinally, here
a dream that dies politely
that bites my sugared limbs
haloed over head
(no,
you cant save everything)
conversion-- its over
turn off the lights;
let the night in;
turn the doves black
it's all the same..
the nights come in
yes I'd stolen your spirit
and I've eaten your soul
the crumbs of you
you'd never hope, for years, to sell
hold your glass up and I'll drink the last
of your sentiment
sweep the dust
of sincerity from the floor
but no, nothing comes from nothing
(its blood from a stone)
youve turned the lights off--
and dreams prove themselves tiny mutiny
they overthrow themselves
before they reach the shore,
the lights gone out and--
I'll say goodnight now,its over;
and I think
I'm laughing now
'cause you cant turn the lights off
its like blood from a stone
10/01/2007 Author's Note: de rerum natura
Posted on 10/02/2007
Copyright © 2025 Nicole Assenza
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