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Lucid Dreams
No distractions
She comes again
I wish it was me
The smell of smoke
Left to ourselves
We reach out
Impossibly for something
To begin again
The music washes
Through and over
Once more we are
Alone with our sins
The random bites
Teeth marks within
Hunters circle
Prey from above
How we scurry
How we scamper
Crazy little minds
Dreaming of love
The smell of smoke
I wish it was me
She comes again
No distractions
She comes again
I wish it was me
The smell of smoke
Left to ourselves
We reach out
Impossibly for something
To begin again
The music washes
Through and over
Once more we are
Alone with our sins
The random bites
Teeth marks within
Hunters circle
Prey from above
How we scurry
How we scamper
Crazy little minds
Dreaming of love
The smell of smoke
I wish it was me
She comes again
No distractions
Published 6th Dec 2015
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Anonymous
6th Dec 2015 6:27pm
Thoroughly enjoyed this ink. Hints at so much and explodes while remaining subtle. Thanks
6th Jan 2016 1:53pm
