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Ever Land

Ever Land

What do we do now, now that we are happy? —-Samuel Beckett

I got lost in the brush
and need a match
to burn the bramble in my heart.

Please paint my face
a vivid blue
for falling in love
with you.
And match the lips
the same turquoise
and Ill leave tracks
across the desert valley.

Follow me... I don’t deserve
forgiveness or a lengthy song
for ever believing
in this wrong
just remember black as black is
black drawn down my back
your tense smile, found
as fortune approaches.

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