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As The Power Lines Crackle Overhead...
Too long, too long
I’ve been too proud
to belong
to let myself lay open
and love
to open myself to love
and follow the flow
But the power lines crackle overhead
as we walk beneath
I reach my fingers for yours
feel the sparks fly
the way they always have
Too long, too long
I’ve been too scared
to belong to one
too envious
too greedy
to let myself just love
chase the current
Tuesday 24th September 2019 10:25 pm
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