Break up, fast.
break down, slow.
the ashes float in the air
and settle on the sea
the fish feed on the broken tomb
and this is new,
and this is new.
there is a murmur
steel drum low
between her toes
that climbs red vines
hoping to find its' home
and this is new
she takes a bite out of the moon
before she decides to
share it with you
no Nat King Cole
she has soul like Nina Simone
and this is new
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