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loch

loch

 

she was late, the moon;

knew that I would wait,

by the water, hoping.

 

life drunk, she staggers;

flirting with morning;

greedy for tomorrow.

 

night after night, weary.

high, broke and barefoot;

she holds me; dancing.

 

we leave corpses,

fears like broken moths,

rumours remaining.

 

we rest by the loch;

she brings stories,

long br...

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