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James Caley Nov 2018
O midnight mercy
She comes to me
She works from right to left
She glides on by
Thoughts turn to steel
I am tired and I am lonely
Give me at least your company
O midnight mercy
I call for it, i weep
For this midnight mercy
Does hold its key
It glistens oh so tantalisingly
I stand
Naked
Expectant
Of some loose miracle
To come
To free me
Momentarily

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