Rings of Smoke

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thursday evening madness

Posted on | December 17, 2009 | Comments Off

Here I go,
With the flow,
Quite in time,
To do a mime,
And let the reasons go.

You and I,
With an alibi,
For a silent meet,
Where the dormice sleep,
With a kiss to share and get by.

Believe in love,
By god above,
Until it lasts,
Then forget pasts,
Then let my eyes rove.

I am here,
With cold beer,
And solitude,
Till you intrude.
And a dream dies here.

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