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Darkest delirium
down the Pentecostal road Not even a mile from sanity A blood relative of obsession's whisky lips Yet yours wouldn't even part for me The moon ticked on as sympathy's open arms forged chilly water Brown faded blue eyes and I fell in love |
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Excellent write....
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Nice write and welcome..
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So much said in so few words. This evokes pictures and music in my mind. So enjoyed.
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Many thanks
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