Monday 22 July 2013

I know I know

I know, I know, I know  nothingyousayisnewtome –all said in a nanosecond no pause no respite
She always knows, she always forgets                                   what is her skin made of?

I want to taste your despair                        she muses under her breath      hardly heard
A summer breeze            desiccated steps              Palm trees sweat blood and tears, they say

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