cindy who are you what's your name
cindy how are you what a shame
that in the middle of now and then
i can't help thinking about ...
do you believe
that i exist
slow down your pulse
try to resist
the image the woman the shoulders of trust
time's rolling the story like wagon in dust
red eyes
like a newspaper
at the door of a neighbor
will greet
a new day
in the morning
wlodzimierz holsztynski ©
1986
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