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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=81461" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Organic Acid</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He got her drunk very quickly<br>Holding hands, they found the broom-cupboard<br>Where he had control as far as the fall<br>When his hand covered wet hair<br>She took over among furniture wax<br>Dust, and the cloying yellow of polishing-cloth<br>When he was sick, she comforted him<br>Oh hush, my friend, and sleep<br>And cuddle to the wind<br>Sleep on through the waves<br>That may wet your lover's dream<br>We have been far through this night long hours<br>We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...<br>He couldn't do it properly<br>The disco, the office, the pub,<br>Had left out those details of delight.<br>Satisfied, he would collapse out,<br>Puzzled at why she still squirmed,<br>Held onto him, tears curling into her mouth<br>This was something their stories always omitted<br>That her joy would seem like pain<br>When he focused after his release.<br>Do sand and shells and stones<br>Peep in through your night?<br>But you should not be hurt<br>For all will pass with time.<br>We have been far through this night long hours<br>We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...<br>In the third week of the relationship<br>She was tripping on organic acid<br>Would stop to pick up a rained-out leaf<br>Would give it tenderly into his hand<br>Full of dead things before they reached the car<br>When they drove she sat with mouth open<br>As though photographed on the impact of a stomach punch<br>Her right fist gripping the skin of his left leg<br>Hooking the steering-wheel closer to his heart<br>He feared her, and slapped out sideways into her face<br>She entered the cut with her tongue<br>Gurgling gratitude for the strange taste<br>Do you fear the dark?<br>Then hush, and realise<br>That though the angels never come<br>Prayers can soothe your mind<br>We have been far through this night long hour<br>We will go far, tomorrow, out of sight, ooh...<br>There was no premonition of the wet Hog's Back<br>The sportscar slumped, snout into a beech<br>Their corpses giving the vehicle arms<br>Petrol and blood at last dripping together<br>But quick flashes of a planned lunch<br>Cold red beef, white cloth by a cherrywood fire<br>Game pie, and for him two pints of colder beer<br>The winter air tucking under their eyelids<br>As they spun on the gravel at Clandon<br>Their hands steaming from quick moisture<br>The aromatic finger drawn up to his nostril<br>Dazed after mutual masturbation<br>They zigzagged into a conservative end<br>Oh hush, my friend, asleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Kate Bush - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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Holding hands, they found the broom-cupboard
Where he had control as far as the fall
When his hand covered wet hair
She took over among furniture wax
Dust, and the cloying yellow of polishing-cloth
When he was sick, s..."></div>
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