and if i dwell
i spend a day of my life in bed
under a heavy blanket
but a poet needs to stand under a cloud
once in a while
red and white dress
always summer in my mind's memory
the reality of today
and the dress was hard to surprise
she knew me
called empty promises empty promises
and called my bluffs when i was bluffing myself
but she knows the man
the man i catch rare glimpses of
she saw that man every time her eyes faced me
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