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Feb 2013
...Her hair lingers in mid air
drawing the last
traces
of the sun
love was yesterday's
wallflower
on the dance floor and
the scent of a
familiar perfume
is the only
remembrance
in a glimpse
of sunlight
She holds on
to the addiction
of remembering
until moments
of bliss
bled her
dry...
Mek
Jun09
Mek and the Infinite Madness
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Mek and the Infinite Madness  Under my bed...
(Under my bed...)   
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