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Aug 2014
He couldn't let the sleeping dog lie
***** of the past
Woken
Let lose once again under the moon
Now he only wants to follow
Run with her
Her sleekness
Making him forget her bite
Old marks from the tooth
And the claw
Better he spends the night with restlessness
Before she comes back
To whine beneath the window
And leave scratches on the door
Matt
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Matt  In the middle of England
(In the middle of England)   
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