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Charlie Trotman Jan 2014
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She sits between a coloured future and a greying past
Essence of ******* etched on her geisha face
Different worlds colliding
As she corrupts you with her soft hand
Passing out from sofa to sofa
Dates of dread, love and substance
My mind forever altered
In the season of the bright lights
We shall be complete again.

— The End —