Thursday 15 March 2018

Sarah

What if you care, that pull on my traces, don't you understand, the tune in blue trees, a web across my face, spun on the breeze, you still need to share, heaven's no kissing place, when you send me there, in chains to the sea, unlike your gaze, those hymns to serendipity, hard to know what's fair, when your voice is raised, lips that snare, down fallen streets, no one leaves or hesitates, sugar sweet, you're not a liar, to sing so great, were you aware, of feeling that way?

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