Enraptured Reality

Phantasm. Bewilderment. Clairvoyance.

Reopened

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Your kiss lit the fire

Of my stone cold lips

And set the desire

On my fingertips;

~

As our faces drew near

And our eyes met,

I forgot my fear

And I’m on set;

~

You’re on my mind;

Two minutes after midnight

The scenes rewind –

Come, hug me tight.

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Author: Clau

A music junkie obsessed with coffee, books and writing erratic oeuvres

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