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Nov 2013
Paper cups skip across the green fields
gently pushed by warm summer winds
I know the gig has finished
but the music is still in my head

So I stand here waiting for the rain
for then all my tears will be hidden
I will stand in the downpour
till all my crying is ridden

I hear the clang of empty cans
and the whistle of bottle rims
I will stay in this field of trash
till I don't feel trash myself, anymore


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
(London UK)   
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   Olivia Kent
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