.Spoon in spoon
Stirring my coffee, I
Thought of you and turned to the gate
On my way came up with the answers
I scratched my head, and the answers were gone
From hand to hand
Wrist to the elbow, red
Blood sand - could Dad be God
Crosses cross hung out like a wet rag,
F.
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