Friday 18 December 2020

Natalie

What do you care, sprinkle salt on my traces, tell me what to wear, tunes you play aren’t easy, blue choral across my face, spun by the breeze, say you want to share, but here’s no kissing place, why put me there, in chains to the sea, waves like your gaze, a dull line to empty, hard to know what's fair, when that voice is raised. lips that snare, down sand - cut streams, no one escapes, oh, so sugar-sweet, you're such a liar, think you’re so great, are you aware, what’s washed away?

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