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Frames of colour litter the bracken, regal and strange. |
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Through the broken plastic a canal; |
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The platform heaves like a human body, divide by two. |
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'X' marks the spot or it sometimes means 'No' |
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Frames of colour flicker between ancient and brand new. |
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I've got white cords running through my body |
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And the fur of a white cat on my back |
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But you see you gave him black wool and we have a black cat. |
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Beneath the peering dead trees I walked back. |
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"Respect the invisible", |
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"I can't respect what's not there"; I avoided you. |
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Sloping concrete becomes a shoulder (words inscribed in the air). |
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Frames of colour litter the bracken, regal and strange. |
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Tectonic riddle, your eyes as terminals. |
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Words enshrined in air, words enshrined in air. |
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You are in the stars / sky, I will meet you there. |
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Your name becomes cosmic in my mind |
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Rangeless, endless and my blood explodes. |
