Christopher Correia Poems

Something’s strange about the wind today
Foreboding dead leaves gathering around me
Black birds flying in tight circles, after wormwood
Rushing clouds, like ghosts of some ancient army
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Music of the violin I was suddenly hearing

Breaking the silence of four in the morning
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Amy is alone, but not lonely
Floating naked on the buoyant sea
Needing no mortal to take her
To the places she wants to be
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I’m alright, but what about you Stacy?
You seem so far away lately
Heard you’re feeling a little down the last little while
So I decided to drive by your house just to see you
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