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Sep 2020
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First Person
Is it the jazz that soothes your soul
Or the thought of him thinking of you
In the silence of his personal time

Second Person
It is both but some, a knowing delusion
The jazz fills the want
The thought
Fills the desire

First Person
What if everything was real

Second Person
Everything is real
The jazz
The thought
Breath on my neck
Warm like my own blood
Head reeling & slowly....


delusion
Debra in Silence
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Debra in Silence
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