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The Jagged Edge of Love
This must be my longest night
the moon laying its heavy light right down
this room swims in so much gossiping
conversations; always imagined and impossible
This must be my longest night
the blurred echoes of all we did ring ‘round
there’s no sleep to be had, just counting stars
and scenes replaying; rose or shit tinted now
I found the jagged edge of love
it cut right across my heaving...
Thursday 26th March 2015 3:40 pm
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