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Aug 2016
The witching hour
Dripping like silken velvet through
Hushed silence
Broken only by summer winds ......
Inside the recess of my restless mind
Thoughts bubble
Churning gentle ideas
Into frenzied cognition
My demons rising
Feasting on anxiety ......
Behind the lidded curtains of my eyes
I see your face
Soothing the fear
I can feel your hands upon me
Untangling the tension
In your eyes
I see
The blower of dreams
Leaping into the unknown
Been having some issues ..... But now I'm back!
Written by
Pixievic  Birmingham - UK
(Birmingham - UK)   
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