But you're a red light in a blind
City
You're a white dress at a funeral
You're the smell of distance and time
You were everything they weren't -
But you're a flame; and I'm already burnt
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PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge