Everybody was in black.
I was too, but I wore that
Colour you liked
On my lips.
They walked out before you,
But I stayed behind,
To tell you about the flowers
Your mother chose.
They were blue,
And I picked one,
Following you out
Into the courtyard.
The sun was white,
And my teeth were red.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
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