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Mar 2015
Time between us long and finite.
As if I were keeping track.
A gold coin I'm due.
As I've been sober from you.
Your image pixelated and blurry.
Only a ripple you now are stirring.
What it is to feel your embrace.
And how it was to kiss your face.
Slowly I will forget.
The next one I will protect.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
Jack Thompson
Written by
Jack Thompson  Australia
(Australia)   
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