so im here in the dark thinking and being quiet like the riot of words in an orgy of laughter..and she slides in to my headphones.. sade “this may come as a surprise’ ..but i miss you . and her voice brings me down the streets lost in time and the taste of all dem loves are sweet.. as god gives and takes and she sings out..
horns..she takes.. is it a crime.. repeat again, that i still want you and i want you to want me too. my love is wider than victoria lake
taller than the empire state..
and then my mind rushes to cross t’s and dot i’s and think of all my loved ones there and say.. surely
is it a crime..laughter erupts in my head as i click click away.. the day is her brithday, my mother that is.
im now alone with my thoughts and im circumspeck and the voice falls quietly in my ears..is it a crime. trying to unweave unwind in time.
here a hug and a kiss and all light.femi
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