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Beguiling Sirens
O child, do not hasten to drop anchor
I hope you live so many nights
lost at sea or diving free
loving by the light of the moon
forever was never the point
You must not miss those smiles
as wide as silver sands
And kisses hotly dripping
like the candle you might write by
in some foreign hotel room
If you should meet them
out there on your journey
(and you should, you should…)
I ho...
Thursday 12th August 2021 11:19 am
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