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Nov 2010
I can still smell you.
It drives me mad.
Mad to hear you
Mad to see you
Mad to touch you
Mad to taste you
Mad.
Love has lifted us both
And to the heavens we reach
But as high as we are
Though as light as we are
We remain shackled
For fetters bind our flight.
Yet these fetters of ours I love
For it's not our limbs that are chained
But our very hearts.
So we float
Suspended from the ground
Holding each other while in hiding
Up top roof-tops under starlight lighting.
Dancing our dance when no ones watching.
Enjoying what we can
Whenever we can
For as long as we can.
P S Bravo
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