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Jun 2014
Sit for a while
in the midnight garden,
flicking matches
onto wet grass.
The poetry
of idle conversation
trips off my tongue
with the ease
you always
inspired.
The low hum
of young blood
and
your thumb
gripped tight
in my palm.
It is a good life
I think.
#midnight #love #life
Alex Clarke
Written by
Alex Clarke  Birmingham
(Birmingham)   
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