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the colour "e"

We’ve been acting like December greenhearts
chasing the flame trees of static skies
and I’d bleed you dry with desire
but something’s not right with me

I whisper Ana’s song like a lullaby
letting the bones of the angels take flight
into your sleeping consciousness
so that we might be amazing when we wake

Wayside secrets stalk us along the darkening highway
and they spit fire into the night
lighting our way to another self-imposed demise
of back alleys and cut-throat short cuts through water-logged ditches

Because I’m not cute with the E
faux-fur love in my desert-drought veins
a little miss pipe dreamer of skeleton nightmares
chasing down tomorrow’s fix like it’s the elixir of life

© Indie Adams 2014



Author's note: this piece was written using randomly picked song titles, as listed - Flame trees - December -Something is not right with me - Bleed you dry - Green hearts - Flight - Ana’s song - Amazing - Wayside - Secrets - Spitfire - Cute without the E - Little miss pipe dream. Creative liberties where taken with some titles.
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