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ONE OF MY TURNS     Day after day, love turns gray, like the skin on a dying man.      And night after night, we pretend it's alright.      But I have grown older, and you have grown colder,      and nothing is very much fun anymore.      And I can feel, one of all my turns coming on.      I… feel, cold as a razor blade, tight as a tourniquet, dry as a funeral drum.

   

ART WORK: Still-life print by PATRICK CAULFIED, Woman print by ROY LICHENSTEIN, wallpaper: collage by BARMAN