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Jul 2015
This drunken encounter
Under beams of the moon
Time won't come quick enough
But it will come too soon

Surrounded, arms wrap around
Encompassing bodies of fire
Playing these well worn games
Like puppets hung on a wire

Emerging, I shall tomorrow
Into this pretty skin
Where everything starts again
This new life shall begin
Gregg
Written by
Gregg  Burnley
(Burnley)   
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