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I'm In Love

24/2/2019

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​I'm in love with people I've never even met before
In love with rebel thoughts and broken metaphors
I'm in love with messy plates and dirty hands
Rubber bands, itchy sand and empty cans
I'm in love with asymmetry and imperfection
In love with rejection, delusion, repression
In love with the folded corners of posters
The pack with three jokers, the sound of dying motors
I'm in love with the homeless, the drifters, the used
In love with the valleys, the peaks and the dunes
In love with the pest, the fox in the bin
The inside animosity, the strop that's within
I'm in love with the teacher, the shaman, the healer
In love with the leaper, in love with the Reaper
Day-old pizza, and songs without features
Swamps without leeches, churches without preachers
In love with the East, in love with ideas
The top deck of a night bus, the gleam in a tear
The lies and the smears, the foolishness of man
The sound of a cowbell, getting flights with no plan
Abandoned prams, and sultry bands
Bakery smells and mammary glands
Ceylon tea and walking uphill
Pints of milk and tweets of Dril
I'm in love with the solar system and all of its flaws
In love with slamming windows and sliding doors
In love with zebras, camels and bees
Canadian geese, leafless trees
Missing teeth and scary thoughts
Gingerbread men and pillow forts
I'm in love with that icy slap of wind to the face
In love with the chase, releasing anger and rage
I'm in love with loud fonts and neon signs
Quiet minds, petty crimes and Kefir limes
In love with dark hair, laughter and clouds
Scarlett letters, guesses and furrowed brows
I'm in love with imagination, people before nation
Pure lamentation and soiled reputations
I'm in love with regretful tattoos, black boots
Bamboo chopsticks, Dollis Hill and bad moods
In love with the loners, the readers, the sleepless
The speechless, the meek, the mild, the dreamers
The schemers, the believers and those who don't know
Those who often feel down, empty and low
I'm in love with the powerless, the cold and the small
I'm in love with my heart, I'm in love with it all
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