Slow through
The city creeping south-east
Beyond the breakdown
Of old love on cold ground
Please teach us how to be
For we know not
We’re underfed
On self indulgent thoughts
Taking her
Her sweet time
She makes sure we are all but ruined
Just enough to speak
White patchwork patterns line
The fields of England
We cannot help but lose ourselves
Out of sight is out of mind
Storm blew
Our footsteps under locked doors
That fold into warm arms
Profound words my sweetheart
Still photographs of scenes
We misunderstood
So delicate
Existentialist reborn
Taking her
Her sweet time
She makes sure we are all but ruined
Just enough to speak
White patchwork patterns line
The fields of England
We cannot help but lose ourselves
Out of sight is out of mind
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