Hilary And Her Technocoloured Blindfold Poem by Matisse WalkdenBrown
Hilary And Her Technocoloured Blindfold
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
loved'
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I would like to translate this poem
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8/29/2026 9:44:30 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
this is so sad. i love your poetry... you should try writing song lyrics.