November 12, 2015


The wind plays flute
through the cellar door
and on my window sill
plays a sad old song
I hope tonight
you wil touch my hair
and draw ghosts on my back

Walk the shore
to impassable
shout at screaming waves
shout at silent rocks
I think tonight
I'll dream of salty tounges
so tears drips down my legs

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