Friday 3 February 2017

Indiana

Smoking a cigarette i exhale, a lover's old face comes near, uplifted on a nail, geese wheel the sky, haunt the clouds like deer, i knew her passing by, yellow wrap around her frame, she came this way for years, ice and blue her name, colours of no reason why, can anyone steer clear, that unforgiving dye, absorbed by a forgotten name, it's never easy to adhere, what we think of again, a woman who always gave, blew flames around my fears, shared jokes heard the train, then disappeared.

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