it rains and pours and cries and bleeds and million specks of nothingness hold your love melanie
i take the train and pack and throw and hold and laugh and leave and cry
on a lonely station at 9.30 on a dark morn of friday the 13th
I will wait as light turns green through the tunnel over a green river for the last time melanie
and brown ducks that chase you to waikato
will be gone as you take your plane to your icy winds and neutral place and a dad that flies a plane
i paint and run and hide and freeze in wellington in an ancient art school by an old fire and a cat
and think of you melanie
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