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Poetry and Music

Thursday, January 21

Lovesong













I go to the cafe
where i will find you
looking up to see me enter
i sit down somewhere you can't see me
and fantasise
writing a note
or whispering in your ear
something like:

'...i'm as bent as a barbed wire knot,
seduce me, and
i will try
to forget your name
in the morning...'

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