Matisse WalkdenBrown

There is a McFlurry of Movement. A creamy white smooth swirl.
Dotted with broken biscuits. Broken. Broken up chocolate.
He came home looking like chocolate.
Brown and beautiful.
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when angels came down to earth
and drank away the ocean
I forgot to take a moment
and wave the waves goodbye
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When you wake me tomorrow
Can be in different skin
Can you rip away the layers
Drenched in all the sin
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Two Girls. Foreigners to the town. Locals to the sound. Lights and flashing on and off around and around and around. Two Girls. Two Boys. A Midwinters Nights Dream. Mid-Melbourne. Mid-Night. The little One. Dark Haired and Daring. Hands the taller Lighter one a Note.
In the midst of unidentifiable colour. Vodka stained eyes. She reads.
'This is secret nobody knows,
I can not be
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So the cars they pass you by now
And the girls knees stay strong
Your room is getting smaller
And you sing a slower song
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rejection, despite the gore of all the war, is the deep deep red in the sore, in the cuts, of the blood.
It's the middle of the pain.
Being glanced over, looked through, passed by.
Not to mention the worst of the curse.
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