once we played hiding (and seeking) games
ran away (and)
childs toy a choking hazard
overlooked by sunblind eyes
sinking down you
you didn't even wait to hear me say goodbye
your telephone
raging like a bull
you turned this tranquil head to hell
charging
stockings red and spread your legs
follow them to where they
with cold hands you turn away
and in your cold
the waves that crash down your face
burn your eyes
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