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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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Comments:

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    1. Chrissy says:

      there’s a song for everything
      long live the cult

    1. Chrissy says:

      thanks for sharing my poem:)

  2. kskannanunni says:

    Liked it soo much, but I want to be a vapour. Heated under hot sun.

    1. Chrissy says:

      thank you, sounds like a good plan 🙂

      1. kskannanunni says:

        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

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