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Tuesday 5 May 2015

TV Movie

Snowflakes, raked bamboo leaves
Flames set to burn the big house down

The stakes are risen higher
With pyre of unfamiliar faces
Races on the intoxicated flyer
Shy times in the distant colony

Stop it, stop it; stop this nonsense
Did you not feel it in those moody eyes
Did you not see it in those smiling eyes
Did you not catch it in those guilty eyes

He takes her, she drives the liar
His twitch begets the stuttered paces
Laces of rum, for our forever-evil sire
Cries of madness, instant felony

Ashes; flaked floats of paper debris
Unsound frames of reference decoupled