white - nicole blackman
WHITE
I'm your oxygen girl
too pale by the moonlight
Too light to hide in dark rooms
too pale to leave turning in the sun.
Little lighthouse with winter beams
calling to pale painted ships
come in come in
The eskimos have seventeen names for snow
and you still have no name for me.
I'm the smooth paper that looms large...
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