It wafts and ebbs in the blue-grey of Catholic school
uniforms.
It is in the rhythmless pitter-patter of blood-bitten
fingertips.
It is in the lover's glazed
ceiling-stare.
It is the raising of the nose, the hope of catching a whiff of something-
anything-
colourful.
©2008 ~thiswaste
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