String serenades and semi-forgotten essays from Melbourne’s Fitzroy street graffiti

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String serenades and semi-forgotten essays from Melbourne's Fitzroy street graffiti

maybe

And so it ended

I don’t know

unconsciously

Sometimes you just don’t understand these things

To the later

& have spent

Air in the wind

Thin and cold

There is a slight acid on the tip of the tongue

When looking at each other

Look in the middle

It’s empty space

If eyes meet again

That is disdain and disappointment

But we don’t want to know

The truth

Because it’s over

& have spent

Midnight string serenade

Capture everything

To the brink of separation

Violin cello is soft and sweet

Idyllic in picture

Peace and calm

Although the melancholy

But strangely uplifting

The breathing deepens

Like embrace in the lush flowers

The last chord faded in sleep

& have spent

Early in the morning

The sun

Is a necessity

all

The end of the

String serenades and semi-forgotten essays from Melbourne's Fitzroy street graffiti

String serenades and semi-forgotten essays from Melbourne's Fitzroy street graffiti

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