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Umbrellas and tragedy.Pouring rain, we waited for nothing,
the tortured butterfly and tragedy.
He held his umbrella over her,
short and hidden under her hood,
she didn't need it, but he needed to care.
Tragedy smiled down on her,
the little butterfly.
Tragedy didnt realise that she was tortured.
But Tragedy smiled at her still,
he didnt know why, really,
but her cared for her,
it wasn't love, lust or want.
Just an affliction to care.
Tragedy cared for her,
she saw him as a hero,
or so she says,
a brother maybe?
He doesnt know,
but he still cares.
Still to this day.
You know, he missed her.
Even when they walked home, in the rain.
The slap-slap of his leather coat on his wet trousers,
splash-splash of her boots in puddles.
Wave-wave goodbye, her house before his.
smiles walking away.
Another day safe, he presumes.
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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