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Count the Stars

counting the stars
he opens up the window
pouring for inspiration
inbetween breaks

severing sleep
from pale shades of dreams

crossing bridges
over the moon

twisting feelings
from memories

walking barefoot
in naked thoughts

fathomless in
the midnight breeze.

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Too Old

 

I know I’m too old for you

With your wild, blazing eyes

And swishing hips.

 

Too old for you

Despite what your friend says

Who sits next to you.

 

I know you’re too wild for me

As you dance across the clouds

And I walk in the shadows.

 

You paint the town

All colours of the rainbow

While I often struggle

To stay on my feet in the ice.

 

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