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Thursday 16 May 2013

Sweet Blackout

Oh, Dark Lady,
To kiss once more
Your gentle hand, hold tight and
Follow your lead to peace. 
One problem. 
The darkness of my night
Has not seen you of late. 
Any tiny shadow could
Hide you, any dim corner. 
Is it your scent I've lost or
My senses? You seem
Gone and no code I know
Will bring you back. 
Now, retreat or attack?
Fight or flight?
The primal urges;
I desire them not but 
To clasp you close one
Last time and
Breathe a final exhalation
Within your soothing grasp. 
Is that too much to ask?
To die by a loving hand?

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