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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...
Tuesday 5th June 2018 12:03 pm
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