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J Bree on a sung chord
Left alone
blown
Her phone rang for years
Waiting by the fence
was a friend of mine, Jay Bree
looking into each passing car
until one came back
left alone
These remains
On a short path
past a broken hedge.
A big white
tent with orange
words on a slow horizon
She waited
By
Alone
Jay Bree
Her phone rang for years
Jay Bree
Waiting for the rain
These bloodthongs
Tear the skin
Your smile broken, Jay
All alone
Waiting by the fence
Is a friend of mine
Jay Bree
Come down
Into the darkness
You know
How they love you
How they follow you
Into bars and hotels
Jay Bree
They look for you