Suitcase Poems
Wednesday, 24 February 2010
She asked me questions and I answered in a voice that wasn't mine
As love did fade
She found my skin
She asked of me
To sing again
From a balcony
From her en suite
For the obese
For the dead street
She watched me leave
& let me go
I slept before
A song I know
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