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Feb 2012
Iced over
I'm too sober

Whiskey my lover
My cloud cover

Heat seeps in
This is no sin

Joy speaks
I see great peaks

Melting ice
She smells of spice

Heated passion
With compassion

Morning dawns
On the sunny lawn

Realisation it's morning
I slip out, no forewarning

Iced over
I'm too sober
Nameless
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Nameless  London
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