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we fell...
If you could see the wind
you would find my love...
Oh your cryptic lines play words
like a carnival game...
'Do you remember...
You've picked me up from the ground
brought me joy...
Everyday, the poet leaves me a little more
I try to wrap my legs around her...
Welcome to Australia.
The first time I had silence spitting at me...
Cats!
Balls of fun...
Last winter
I buried clockwork in my stomach...
Try singing on a rainy day,
or watching little children play...
Poetry remains
embedded within my thoughts...
She kept pushing my coffee cup aside
and I begged her for a new chance...