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Our Old Clothing

In soft grey you're there
and we sing the old songs, boys sang - now broken men,
of watering cans, of saying goodbye
before we knew what it was
to say goodbye.

- You in that red tie.

In the orange light you stroked that knife
against sheer tights.
The rope I was balancing on,
though metaphorical,
was a bloody, long way to fall,
I took it all with me -

You in that red tie.

In the blue of those memories
when they wash over me in threes,
I know I was awful, all purple hair and false pride,
and now even when I'm much better
in those ochre dungarees, adorning natural hair.

- That tie's the same.
ImperfectedStone
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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