Monday, 12 March 2018

Sadie

You sift through trouble, don't get frightened, he'll no longer shove you, before you throw, him entwined, to all that you loathe silence is the hub, a source for your crime, hands that you scrub, laugh at the cold, hear the clock chime, they'll never know, remember that love, forgives broken lives, it sings in your blood, before you go, check the earth outside, and all that he sold, you pull on your gloves, take your time, shoulder what's to come, drink some wine.

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