six string serenade
she smiled
she played
as her fingers bled
cool blue in shadow
a memory flees
caught sipping China tea
all the way from Spain
if I call
on a phone
hung on a wall
can I call
in all my memories
of tomorrow
. . . collect
(follow anybody , every grain of sand has destiny . . . and a duty . . . every single separate , meaningless , grain . . . of futility)
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC
six string serenade
she smiled
she played
as her fingers bled
cool blue in shadow
a memory flees
caught sipping China tea
all the way from Spain
if I call
on a phone
hung on a wall
can I call
in all my memories
of tomorrow
. . . collect
(follow anybody , every grain of sand has destiny . . . and a duty . . . every single separate , meaningless , grain . . . of futility)
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