Dear Thomas The Sailer

May 12, 2009
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Oh, when it's late at night
we can still love what we've ungrown
and I'm suddenly pale
Oh the lightness divide
the colours churn in the pot
stirring with my fingers
it swimmingly soothes
the past moments outside the window
as we lay in the parlour
and the night finds the sky
we'll grow old
we'll forget
so you lifted my dress
and we danced in our skin
as the dim dawn faced the sky
we are young
the fabric stiches our clothes
well, you stiched my wounds
so I ran naked
the line that marked everything behind
the things we pushed behind
don't you find it contridicting

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