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Jan 2015
I don't need to turn around to know you're there, Mel.
I can hear your darkness creeping.
No longer sleeping.
Wide awake and wanting to play.
Nothing to do to delay it.
I need to realise that you can't be denied.
Especially, when you look to me,
with those dark, dark eyes.
Mel with her dark eyes of hers
aar505n
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aar505n  Ireland
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