The violet lining of a thunder cloud
The smell of it
i walked in the garden and what did i see?
fresh
You say you are quiet because you lack food
I delight
left, right, left was the pace of my steps
as i
A Victoria bar
Kat's guitar
A seagull, a soldier
And a four-second phrase
All
I look into your eyes of blue
The eyes through which
she walks around the corner
her heart small and tight as
she is so soft on this summer morning
church bells ring,
I wasn't surprised when you burst
Through the door crying
For days
She was a white girl with red eyes
She had a
Sister, how come you won't admit,
That you're beautiful and that
won't you come over?
we'll have a cup of tea
and you
Well her face seemed genuine
As she asked how I was
I feel like I have been looking so long
So long,
Hear a knock at my back door
Hesitate as it scrapes
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