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More in new stuff old forgivenessShe was all over covered with tears
Where chasing stars and sand wouldn't help With old forgiveness and burned afternoons Saltwater spray Eyes rolled back to white We waited and waited Buses crawled past and plastic tickled the curb Peeling black from beneath my fingernails Scratching away at three-week-old dirt And mosquito kisses Scuffed heals tapping for three-wheeled chariots Empty pockets and greying palm-trees The cows chewing a cud of cardboard and crisp packets Alcohol sway Distant drums or traffic rumbles Or starved stomachs Prickled with sweat and still with forget Countig the days 'til she leaves Blonde from the sun heavy with dust We begged for escape or redemption Forgiveness and tolerance and cool soft breeze We realise everything had been Washed away |
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