I don’t know it Julian was thinking of coldplay, but I did. Better poem, better actions than D. H. Lawerence yesterday.
Driving past in the fog, they could still
make out the car perched on the verge
and the couple’s heads together in
the front seat, and, unwitting, think
“young love”, admiring only perfection
in death.Julian O’Dea
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