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Let Me In
Where are you?
Are you wandering
the moors
of your mind
all alone?
I am at the Grange
feeling a little deranged
from the madness
close to home.
Let me in,
to the hearth
of your heart,
so we can slow dance,
into the twilight.
Monday 17th August 2020 2:40 am
this woman's work
this woman’s work
warm breath on ice
baroque and roll
dancing windmills
flaming soul
the purr of cats
a stolen kiss
of peppermint
serpent’s hiss
touch of lace
Cleopatra eyes
pianoforte
dolphin cries
weeping angels
laughing clowns
heartbeat flutter
ninth wave drowns
waterfalls
windswept moors
kangaroos
painted whores
chilling wind
waxing moon
midnight
in the afternoon
ban...
Thursday 27th March 2014 7:10 pm
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