When I was single There’s no signal… (Did you really think I would lead you to the brink Of danger, The Brink of War? ) When I was single I was…a shell. (How much was I really sure You were that signal For bomb release, The Signal for the Gun of August? ) When I was single A Tablet was crashing from the sky… (If you were in the sweet-coated Tablet, that controversial Islet, I had no need to struggle for the daily bottle/battle Of forgetness/forgiveness.) When I was single I was dialectical… (In the name of love, This insular love, You became incredible anti-intellectual! Love is always parochial, hence, dialectical…) When I was single I doubled upon my steps… (For you, Back along the trajectory, That was so smooth, Wedded aesthetic with violence!) -- http://blog.roodo.com/kamadevas --

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