There’s a picture of Jesus lying in his mother’s arms
Shuttered windows, cars humming on the street below
The fountain throbbed in the lobby of the Grand Hotel
We checked into room thirty-three well, well
You were a runaway flake of snow
You were skinny and white as a wafer, yeah I know
Sitting on the edge of the bed clicking your shoes
I slid my little songs out from under you
And we all rose from our wonder
We would never admit defeat
would
wonder
little
released
admit
flake
picture
windows
horses
grand
lying
street
fountain
checked
under
flakes
below
defeat
humming
runaway
lobby
clicking
creativity
thirty
watched
drinks
annexed
skinny
never
hotel
night
insides
shoes
something
leaned
songs
white
mother
shuttered
sitting
jesus
spurting
there
dying
streaming
three
throbs
wafer
window
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