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Rain Men
White nights,
white nights...
I'm colourblind.
Kind of like to think I know
why we stand solid,
struck dumb by perennial sadness;
and the salient points,
burst like bubbles in smoked air;
clasped to the breast
that sinks as seconds lengthen
even beyond reason for purge.
Beyond the clouds that fall,
in spirals, now thick moistened rope;
we are given base,
...Monday 21st September 2015 11:41 pm
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