Lead Me On
To Lean On Me
And Leave
And Know What You're Against
But Not What Your For
As I Slip From One To The Other This Morning
With A Letter Written Before Dawn
On The White Hanker-chief Intended For My Lapel
Aisle Quieten With The Sound Of It Being Read Out
And I Can Hear The Champagne
You Drank In That Baked Alaska Of A Dress
Chewing Out Ink Stains
That Mark Me And The Reception
For People Stood
With There Hands Full
Of Our Confetti
CK
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