flashback
charming child and the river
dark colors of the living
bright shade of the dead
peaceful and drunken
we sat there
do not believe everything i said
i am troubled and lonely, you
know, you are the same. Blue
colors of the past, do not follow,
take the cab and do not look back
charming child and the summer.
This poem was written by Eliza Simon on Jul 08, 2007.
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