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May 2014
Each time your hand runs over my body,
I think of you and I, and what you must see.
A thousand tiny shocks immobilise my head,
But I know we are alone
and in bed.

Your mouth moves in harmony with mine,
The thunder calls and the stars are align.
You don’t care that my face turns red,
Because here we are alone
and in bed.

I worry our friendship may never be the same.
But as soon as your mouth murmurs out my name,
I see our future and the words that are unsaid.
As we lay here alone
and in bed.

I feel your heat, my skin against yours,
You seem to see things which he only ignores.
When I plan what I will say to him, I feel only dread,
But I wake up here alone
and in bed.

I rush around the house looking for you,
But your car and blue coat are gone too.
However, I  imagine the day that we are to wed,
Darling, oh darling, if only,
you were not dead.
Isadora Swift
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Isadora Swift
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