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If
May 24, 2017
If the water on the windowsill
could be your molecules
they would give me a paper
to smell
a pen to place safely away
near my utensils
think of me when it rains
how the droplets
become you and me
falling from the sky
like bullets on a battlefield
like trees in the rainforest
sometimes still
most times turbulent
aged and chopped
preserved and honoured.
From “Love & Vodka”
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Thank you!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tDgugGXN_kg
there’s a song for everything
long live the cult
Reblogged this on Secret First Draft: Member of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
Christina Strigas
thanks for sharing my poem:)
Liked it soo much, but I want to be a vapour. Heated under hot sun.
thank you, sounds like a good plan 🙂
Not like that, I want to be heated under the hottest sun to melt myself away. Why here in this earth. Let that pain cure my greatest pain