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Joe Bedell-Brill
Joe Bedell-Brill
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Georgia Hoare
Georgia Hoare
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I'm sorry I didn't reply I was doing things I didn't think to reply, I'm sorry It was nice, I was lying on grass with others, lying, squinting I could barely read my phone with the sunlight But yes, I read it, sorry Everyone squinting together, clothes warm on the grass There was hummus and a frisbee gliding back and forwards over my head One eye closed, winking, sunlight dappling over their dresses Messes of spread and crumbs, I didn't think to reply 'til now I'm just sitting now, don't know what to say How are you so far away? Is it sunny? The sun just went down, I thought about you Days drag slowly when it's warm, softly running ice creams onto the soil We kicked a ball about, seems like all one moment, motionless I think about you walking through the door Quickly smiling and your hand on the handle Fingers curled and closing, other hand to my hair I have to go, so much time dragging slowly Nights asleep, I'll try to dream of you Nights asleep, I'll try to dream of you Nights asleep, I'll try to dream of you Nights asleep, I'll- Under kaleidoscope meshes of fabric Bodies lifted and wilted and wound and back and forth Laughter cut the air, their hair twirled with the dresses so far away Other images float and glisten among the spots of sunlight Behind closed eyelids, morphing shapes of red and black and white Legs apart and close again, concealing buildings Leaning to the air and midges twirling 'round a fading light Shadows cast of familiar faces Place thoughts of love among the thoughts of flying insects Sex and meshed faces place thoughts of Open door, quickly smile and get in, fingers curled and closing One eye closed, one hand closed on another hand holding hair and neck I missed you Quickly smile into neck, running hands, rubbing back Back and forwards, four times holding neck hair Folding down over cotton Breathing sighs (hands to hold, too hard holding) Breath dragging ('cause you must be cold) Step inside (hands, thighs, I missed you thirty times over) (Time holding back, hands together) Billowing sighs and turns thirsty, thirty times Overborne limbs and tear pillows Learning again to manage taking time Making marks on squinting eyes, closing distance Legs apart from days dragging between them soft pressed lips Parting time again and down meaning feeling Feelings pressing, pressed lips mark closed eyes and down Thirty times over Turn around and soft pillow billowing cotton, dragging hands Between legs apart, from the days apart and nights asleep Tears meaning apart again Thousand words, rhythm cracks on cotton hands Billowing sighs and turns thirsty, thirty times Overborne limbs and tear pillows Learning again to manage taking time Making marks on squinting eyes, closing distance Legs apart from days dragging, between then soft pressed lips Parting time, apart from days dragging between them Time, making marks on squinting eyes, closing distance Legs apart, pressed lips, parting time again
Writer(s): Joseph Albert Gillon Bedell-brill, Georgia Kate Hoare Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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