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Ignorant love

Going to kill my soft ignorant love for you
Going to eat it with Ketchup and spy my stomach on you

Hey babe it's me I'm going to kill you
Let us play with our bones
soft cell in grave yard
leave message in paradise
for you were the o n l y one
I've loved


You wash up your tears in the first morning light
Looking out on the chimies
Your friend in your arms, like a beloved woran
Your Words fly out of the window
Down into the deepest Grund of childhood

The landscape outside of the window
Appears like the landscape of your first railway- world made of Wood

Now untouched by the wonder
Of the existente of your two halbes:
The witness and the playing child

"Ignorant love" © Thomas Hecht (07/90)