Please,
Bring my smile
The one I left next to the breakfast juice this morning
Bring a bouquet of my favourite flowers
Burnt orange lilies
Bring me something I haven't read
Steinbeck, Angelou and Okri are gathering dust
Bring me a old CD that still smells of childhood
My brother broke some of the ones I had
Bring me airtight love and a tin of condensed milk
To make sure he never leaves
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