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Tuesday, 29 October 2013

More Than Half Way

She had it in her mind
In the delirium of first light
That one ought to take cover as a lover

Secretly share conjugal rights
Declare ones soul outside his skin 
Soak up her others tobacco in shadow

Then to tread barefoot
Naked, without alarm; armed 
With no more than her inquisitive smile


Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust
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