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Walk with me under the November rains;
the calendar lies, it is not October.
Kiss me through dark waterfalls,
flowing dreams; we are kissing eyedrops.
I will take my shoes off,
cage my heart in your chest,
suck November with bare feet;
rain shall pump through me, it's yours.
My fingers are as white as the bathroom tiles,
clutching with the might of thunderstorms.
Never mind the bloodshed; skin breaks and heals.
the scratches, the stains, the raw red of fear
wash away in the tub of timewinds.
I am awake; November rains.
I have never slept; November pours.
It is the child mother bore that pushes and pulls.
2011-10-09
the calendar lies, it is not October.
Kiss me through dark waterfalls,
flowing dreams; we are kissing eyedrops.
I will take my shoes off,
cage my heart in your chest,
suck November with bare feet;
rain shall pump through me, it's yours.
My fingers are as white as the bathroom tiles,
clutching with the might of thunderstorms.
Never mind the bloodshed; skin breaks and heals.
the scratches, the stains, the raw red of fear
wash away in the tub of timewinds.
I am awake; November rains.
I have never slept; November pours.
It is the child mother bore that pushes and pulls.
2011-10-09
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I felt the need to come and scope out your gallery, and I'm quite glad I did. I really like this! You've taken a unique angle and speak in a strange way, that I find very engaging.