We both listened to same music…jammed to same tunes…
and got forgotten to same sandy cove.
I thought only a wild bastard can ever understand you,
but I never knew you wanted only bloody honest memories to live by.
Our eyes met for a moment…our brains seemed to be inclined with same imperfections,
but you were in someone else’s arms…you were going naked inside someone else’s tongue…
It was tough for me…but not as tough as to be drowned inside your brown hairs.
Now I travel through the cliffs, now I park my automobiles outside pubs of seizing blues.
I don’t know if you felt the same for that pulse of a moment…but you smiled and ruined me,
now I go around the night grasses to find that exact same smile on street women’s vulnerabilities.
Sea still pull herself from that insane cove…but we both aren’t there anymore to live by the hanging wires of chilling flames.

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Photograph: Robert Mann.

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