TE20 Migrant Mosaics

Márton Simon

until then a burning city barrels toward the water soon I won’t fit on this bed anymore from all the dolphins until then the colors won’t come back the sea is a dirty curtain that’s been pulled down the silence eats it if they were to ask I’d swear I never think of you I walk the city I bob in it how long yeah it was bad and yeah you should know what I mean when I say I’d happily not mean anything to you again

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