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 Mar 2015
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•play me a
tune of sweet serenade
•sing me a song of wistful
melody•recite me the words
you would            have said•
now whisper me your sighs
tenderly•paint me the
colours of night and day•write
me the poem of your heart•send me
your love on which I lay•make me the
end to all your starts•strum me the chord
of hopeful bliss•compose me a ballad that
sets my innermost free•so play me your
tune, the one that I would always miss
•and keep singing of us in a song,
so we'd be immortalised in
eternity•
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 Mar 2015
Chris
Two red lights
in the misty night
become small, faint
reflections on the asphalt
of the back road
you decided to take
as I stood in the driveway
watching you pull away,
seeing tail lamps,
crying for head lights

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