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Jun 2013
I see you as I ride home
can I take you home
I said how do you do
you said stick around
I wish you could kiss my lips
and stain them of red
beneath the satin covers
of your soft bed

sweetest of entities
within my dreams
locked inside the confines
of our speed
almost asleep
when i heard you speak
of a cylindrical world
inside your sleep
Written by
Cormac O'Rourke
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