Friday, 3 January 2020

Natallie

What do you care, put salt on my traces, tell me what to wear, tunes you play not easy, blue webs across my face, spun by the breeze, you say need to share, but there’s no kissing place, why put me here, in chains to the sea, so like your gaze, a dull line to serendipity, hard to know what's fair, when your voice is phased, lips that snare, down swollen streams, no one escapes, oh, so sugar-sweet, you're such a liar, to sing so great, are you aware, what you throw away?

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