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Wing

I remember waiting for her call    
    
the cup of mac-coffee      
the fear, the worry    
the half empty pockets    
     
and the great odds      
age and drugs      
had ruled out a good fuck      
if it came to it      
     
we hugged, and her smile      
stole the thoughts      
from my head      
     
touch of her lips on mine      
sent the blood      
where it needed to be      
     
later, in the evening      
we walked through the town      
held hands while the rain      
rained down    
     
we got back to the hotel    
watched the world die on the tv    
while she dried her hair
      
lay next to me      
     
every other thing      
faded away      
     
    
 
lepperochan
Written by lepperochan (Craic-Dealer)
Published | Edited 27th May 2020
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