Do NOT read

This loathsome work of fiction is a dream of sorts...

Wednesday, 13 January 2016

We don't lose out, completely

& U feel like you've read this,
That it lives in your soul.
And it does. Feels like us,
As if I'm sitting there,
Just here, inside you,
All the other things have gone,
You and me are here talking,
And, now you, have a song.
We're on smoking terms,
So, we can be on joking terms.

And, so many, aren't.

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