You against a drop of a twilight...

Sometimes find You
Like a satin
Hung on a clothesline
Half wet
Half dry
In the wind on a flight
But hung alright
On the clothesline...
Sometimes find You
Like a light flourescent
Against the orangy saffron
Of a twilight...

O what an interfused way
His colored motif me then binds...
O what He then me unthreaded binds...
A Billie like
O how Your blue me binds...


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