you wake me up, early
and tell me that you dreamt of
Oxford Street, raining glitter
hungry jukeboxes, gobbling up
Annie Lennox and Roy Orbison
a disappearing Chinese restaurant
and a Lazy Susan
you wake me up, early
your body is sugar-coated
by a trail of warm tears
and a line of stolen kisses
the taste of blood and salt
I've already left:
gone girl gone
the fifth spice you can't recognise
you wake me up, early
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