Sunday, 12 February 2012

same old haunts

let loose the lamp light,
hot pleading hold tight,
you heard that old night,
pour a picture, send a sweet sight,
bright pictures threw me,
I thought you knew me,
but you said it to me,
like you were talking through me,
can't hold your hand tight,
your only smoke light,
hot head but ghost like,
a memory in plain sight.

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