9/05/2014

Think



 The Ghosts You Draw on My Back 

The wind plays flute 
Through the cellar door 
And on my window sill 
Plays a sad old song 
I hope tonight 
You will touch my hair 
And draw ghosts on my back 

Walk the shore 
To impossible 
Shout at screaming waves 
Shout at silent rocks 
I think tonight I'll dream of salty tongues
 So tears drips down my leg.

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