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When I meet her in the night.
When I meet her in the night
I had a date with silence last night, I remember what she said
She gently cuddled up to me then kissed me on the head.
She emptied thoughts out of my mind and poured herself inside
Then mercury that had set fast, slowly, began to glide.
No thoughts to fuel emotions and no actions from what’s felt
Then from the top she trickled down and ...
Thursday 29th January 2015 9:49 am
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