'god knows what is hiding in those weak and drunken hearts'
Birdie, 2011
as light hits the pale skin, you know
you always know
or 't seems you did
all along
hard to place,
but then again
crime, little crimes
big perspectives in time.
Watch them grow,
the poppies of spring
sweet painter my love
watch them grow from my watchtower
the world goes cold
...❄️...
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