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Mar 2015
I am the afternoon
summer rain in the middle of June
time forgot me

water skips off mirrored leaves
and father is working late
I'll be home soon

the baby cries
his kisses taste like whisky
the bed sheets are cold

I'am another year old
but no one came
friends don't know my name

stones skip the pond
tick tock tick tock
time forgot me

Bb2015
bobby bielik
Written by
bobby bielik  San Diego, California
(San Diego, California)   
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