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Jan 2015
in a quiet room i stand in the dark
the bright eyes are resting in the dark
the warmth of you breath
the cold of your skin
then a rattle sound
like a glorious symphony
cheers the loud silence
it's my glass full of ice
it's my desire full of spice
it's the rattle ice
Paul Jack
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