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Dec 2012
is this a valid query?
too late, or too long taken,
every time
just ending up tangled up,
in this web of indiscernible tangents.

and I've no faint idea of how to say:
'darling, would you care to capitulate this idea of us?,
the one I've built so tall in my head?
I am most certainly yours, but,
I can't tell if you even want me,
so, please, just put me to bed...'
Tom McCone
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Tom McCone  Wellington
(Wellington)   
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