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The text arrived in the middle of the night. She spluttered on her pillow. Once again, the night had hit her so hard between the eyebrows that she could no longer sit up straight. Half dream, sleep/awake, the word became the funked up place that it could be come sometimes.
When we were, when we were the ones we were, it all seemed so right. Today, Today I saw the light. When we split up before, in 1996, well, you were someone else then but the world dissapears and repeats itself doesn't it?
Well, that other time I wrote you a poem, we walked alone into the night, a kiss and a plasma wave, ahhh.
Zilllion stars over the moon lit sky,the morning light and a dastardly fear of your love, because ,...the world can turn through your eyes but you dont notice, into the pressure between your thighs.

Then, in thoe days, your eyes of green winked at me like a whisked scar on the corner of a cheek, beautiful but menacing, bt now your lips thick and meaty, the dark hair curled around your face and a gaze somewhere different.
I salute you
xxx

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