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Tunes you play for me

The tunes you play for me are brown. With souls walking in head scarf. Short and hump. Climbing hillocks of round stones. Faceless, like extended life There is a tunnel of rails Murmuring the distant pace Heartbeats in summer. Folks of the altitude. Strolling children from heaven. Baby curls Like swings of amazons. A single bloom, yellow in a pale grey canvas Thick skies Heavy like void, of your pangs. Burial ground. Silver moon. Withdrawing lives. Slumbers of yesterdays. Glow worms. Wind. Strokes I fail to play.

This IS a poem

This is perfect time To write a poem. I ditched my love For a lie. And said on his face, Rhythmically, with a falling intonation “I don’t love my other”. And added extra syllables As I murmured “But I don’t want him to leave me”