I Hear Music

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A bruise shaped like the East Neuk of Fife

I traced around it on my thigh

We lay and listened to Diamond Mine

I saw music in your eyes

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My fan turns quickly overhead

I spent most of last year laying in bed

The smell of bush after rain

lingers on my skin again

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There’s pistachios growing from my mind

You planted them there

when you were alive

To match my almond eyes

I hear music in disguise

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I lay with my head facing the floor

all my hair grew legs and ran out the door

My sisters swarmed to my side

their love bleeds deeply

they fill me up with life

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There’s lemon myrtle growing from my mind

it’s hard to talk to you

when you’re not alive

Brown bracket on the ground matches my almond eyes

I hear music