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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