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Nails scratch
eyes flick
pointing leafs
rectangles on a square
holding hands
balloons
ballons on the lampost
painting the curtains red and green
concertinaed radiator stripes
whispering like fingers
pianists fingers
touch your chest
stop thinking about the box
roll
a two like eyes
a six
twenty six
four years go by
don't know if your coming up
or going down
it feels like your no longer a ghost
another shadow

The rest of the house is dark
apart from the kitchen
i forgot
a soft light is left
to illuminate a cotton tree
that can be seen from outside
the window
up above
level with the bus line
its branches
grow letters
letters that make words
an almost silent serenade
for the earth