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A Poem by sea lily

i don't understand.
i don't want my books
don't want my
paint-and-water friend
anybody, no longer friend.
kissing you in a broken-down bus
and holding your hand
(in the cloudy night).
the string trumpets
that collide.

© 2009 sea lily


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sea lily
sea lily

United Kingdom



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