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Jul 2015
Sliding down your barrel once again
instead of climbing out Iā€™m examining the insides with great precision.
A smile covers my face as my head drops back
silk scarves are running past my neck

Faces glow with glittering shine,
sequins twinkle in kind eyes
hands are held out to hold tight.
My city is my friend and plays with me all night.


Water carries all the weight
as feet glide past each other with a slight pressuring touch.
Enigmatic shivers stand in line to go up the spine,
the order in which they fire is ecstasy.

Everything seems in   s l o w   m o t i o n
as if a flip book had folds in each page.
Voices turn into sweet music
that i only imagine heaven would play.

Faces glow with glittering shine,
sequins twinkle in kind eyes
hands are held out to hold tight.
My city is my friend and plays with me all night.


This barrel that is held over my head
is you needing me more my great
Whenever you need me to come,
please just say!

I am here waiting for you always
Mallow
Written by
Mallow  London
(London)   
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