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WINTER SIX
Friends with the silhouette.
The sun fucks the water,
while the artist in the stars joins in.
My youth stays dancing
in the places I grew up,
creating tracers in the air
beckoning me back.
Mimicking this twilight high.
Adding tears to the stones.
Clawing at the atmosphere
to take me home.
The sun fucks the water,
while the artist in the stars joins in.
My youth stays dancing
in the places I grew up,
creating tracers in the air
beckoning me back.
Mimicking this twilight high.
Adding tears to the stones.
Clawing at the atmosphere
to take me home.
Published 15th Jul 2014
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