Bora born

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Broad spectrums of striped white greys
text letters best left unsaid.
Minimilist checks surreal
patterned shadows blocked right in.

Faces play, don't look at me
barred blank clothes seem so contrived.
Bland ain't banned, fashioned by all
boredom flushed through people's skin.

Two lovers come, young loves old
her lythe body brown on grey.
She walks the talk in his hand
his gold chain refines his dream.

Tickled balance, high heels dread
cracked pavers need some repair.
Wobbly feet maintain the rage
elegance so paper thin.


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© dec 2008 _ Nhawrr yirrpa


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