because you have not
died for me
and the world
still loves you
I write this because I know
that your kisses are born blind
on the songs that touch you
I don't want a purpose
in your life
I want to be the last among
your thoughts
The way you listen to New York City
when you fall asleep
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There are no traitors among women
even the mother does not tell the son
they do not wish us well
She cannot be tamed by conversation
Absence is the only weapon
against the arsenal of her body
She reserves a special contempt
for the slaves of beauty
She lets them watch her die
Forgive me, partisans,
I only sing this for the ones
who do not care who wins the war
Leonard Cohen
The Energy of Slaves
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