Monday, 5 October 2015

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Harsh as a blistered wind
frozen to a natural blue
It is times like this 
When I think of you 

Drawn in deeply 
protective stance
wish you were here 
for one more dance

Solitude with loneliness
Loneliness in a crowd
crossing over the line 
covered in a shroud

Feel like shouting 
"look I am here"
it's easier to sleek down in a chair
Ignore the world
as if it's not here

Everything's heavenly
contradiction yet true
It will never be the same here
until I am with you. 



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