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Wasn't that your cheek against mine last night Gin Streetlight When somebody loves you Impossible When you reach the broken paddock fence the sign will say Impossible The color God painted my eyes A cross between storm and ewerstream Impossible All your wrong lovers without certificates Stamped across their foreheads Impossible Dear Torch Received your kind invitation Regret conflagration impossible You must mean a phantom Your hand at her waist Your ache at her absence Not mine Impossible A holy place in the emperor's city A peach in a stone Impossible You the mask of a ram I the mask of a bull Horn chips Mischling Torn doors Impossible Dance without footprints Dance with no name in a room with no lovers not touching Impossible Your eyes One protecting your sleeping son's dreaming One torchlit and trying to close Impossible Dear Lion Here's a gazelle Hold her in your teeth but no biting Yours Impossible