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Born To Muse
In the hammering rain of last night
I slept the best I have all week
I slept deeper, longer
than I have done for months
And would you guess who I should meet there
on the dream stools
at the dream bar
ordering her dream gin
sliding me a dream beer
Well, you come here often
I don’t have to ask
I’ve seen you here so many nights before
but it has been a while
(and I’ve missed you)
Friday 8th November 2019 4:05 pm
The Jagged Edge of Love
This must be my longest night
the moon laying its heavy light right down
this room swims in so much gossiping
conversations; always imagined and impossible
This must be my longest night
the blurred echoes of all we did ring ‘round
there’s no sleep to be had, just counting stars
and scenes replaying; rose or shit tinted now
I found the jagged edge of love
it cut right across my heaving...
Thursday 26th March 2015 3:40 pm
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