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Leonard Cohen heavy dusk curtains blinds choke afternoon sun arch lamp low light tangles plaid consignment couch hot glass Irish Whiskey 4 days died in February a moment remained silent she stayed home famous last words I'll run out in that storm but I'll let you go now I'll let you go believing 4 days in February you go on believing you go on GO------- go deeper into dark black heart unraveled kitty on yarn string played your crummy gee-tar see you in the pawnshop every lonely night desire tan brown legs belt wrapped around waist the Cali sun burns beach blonde hair in ocean air close sexy whisper ear a flame let me walk you through it it's going to be fine everything will be fine come with me I'll walk you through my garden mysterious sultry voice reassured cracked hum long bottle germinating seed reaching through cracks breaks of oxygen mixing in water mixing in sunlight pushing through resentment abandonment loss all sediment flower stem rising a toddler yawns awakening sleep sweet slow confident stretching arms closed eye smile so light headed straining to see the shale that rises feet swell and sting it's no garden circle shiny path pieces of glass wounds bring feet to halt sleek long neck roll away