's a charm they say
no matter where it is
no matter what the day
in a church on the hill
her name might be Jill
you're hell bent on this
sealed with a kiss
this time it will work
you won't be a jerk
you'll be superman
and eat marzipan
by the light of the moon
to the past to the ruin
while the ink runs to blood
where the blood turns to mud
and the mud turns to sand
and you take her little hand
forget all the ones
before her
tip the glass to the past
tie yourself to the mast
leave this friendship to die
in the wind.
Debbie Calverley
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