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Blurry…

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Pulling in the driveway

Why?

Knocking on an unknown house’s door

Finding him.

Fate making us meet again

Over a glass of fresh water

Just inches away

Not wanting to give in and beg

Not wanting to ask

Heads slightly tilting

Lips meeting

At last

Feeling the warmth inside me again

At last

Better than a Tequila shot

Better than Pinot Noir

Better than Champagne

Tickling my soul

Caressing my troubled mind

Blurry… Where are your lips?

Now,

Where are you?

Waking up alone

Shallow and cold…

Awake.

 

 

 

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