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Pauline Morris Feb 2016
Laying on my back on my bed alone
Fingers laced, hands over my forehead
Fans mechanical whirring, trying to soothe my ravaged mind
Replaying in my head, every word exchanged on the phone
Moonlit shadows pirouette across my walls
Smoothly and so gradually they become our shadow selfs
Our very own love story playing out like a movie shown
At an old time drvin-in, the screen so big you can't miss a thing
It shows our endless nights of talking, about all our hopes and fears
And how we nurtured our love and respect and how it's grown
The shadows played on, to show that first ****** kiss
Our lips interlacing for what seems to be a life time
Two bodies entangling, if you listen you can even hear the moan
Our shadow selfs now inseparable, the rest of our lifes spent together
Even as the shadows slip across the screen and age creeps in
It is the greatest love story I have ever seen, it's our story that the moonlit matinee sown

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