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I Want To Hold It Close
That scenic chorus paints pride blended tears
as suspended droplets thrum euphoria
those watchers notice, its nuance foreign.
They’ve never heeded- never recognised
the harmony befriending delicate words
that welcomed wrung emotions on inches.
rare colloquial feelings pouring traces
left to the table.
The playing record that tugs at my arm
to appear closer, pulling at ...
Saturday 28th March 2020 4:00 pm
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