Saturday, 22 February 2025

Chloe

i try to fix a place, where we just carry on, no one feelS the pain, who cares for the drones, that rise like Babylon, around our starlit home, when I see his face, running lines of alcohol, I become suddenly sane, a time to stay alone, wolves can howl the moon, who likes being cloned, maybe I'll take a plane, find some winter's love, borrow somewhere to stay, who knows how it'll go, a trapeze of broken runs, he's heavy as a stone, do you rekindle flame, bleach hair purple tones, can we ever really say, what we're thinking of?

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