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Wing

I remember waiting for her call    
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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 † †
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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 † †  
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lepperochan
Written by lepperochan (Craic-Dealer)
Published | Edited 27th May 2020
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