Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Eliza (draft), Orfred

We're going places
My feet don't move
While you leave traces
Everywhere you choose to
I fill blank pages
I make sad faces
Crosshatching faster than
the way your feet are pacing
Closer to me.

Eliza.

I'm going places
I'm on the move
Caught in a frenzy
I know it's kind of soothing
I'm catching glimpses of the smoke
from the polluting
Driving away
Closer to you.

Eliza.

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