Thursday, 20 October 2011

Our faces painted white

Please, remember me happily
 By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin
The time when 
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill
And up until
Someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range,
A piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention

 Iron & Wine - Trapeze Swinger
 
 
 

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