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Anteros
You come to me when I least expect it,
As my thoughts, idle, spiral into the inky darkness which envelops me
Rising in a euphoria of hazy violet, unanchored, until you materialise, suspended above me,
Drawing them around you, immersing yourself in the haze, as you
Drown me in hazel and poison me with possibilities, each more fantastic than the last;
Tumbling into my thoughts, ...
Monday 29th December 2014 12:00 am
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