One pause too many.
A full stop in red made by a knife point legal to carry and licensed to kill, the order in ink the messenger follows orders.
Washing hands, making time when time would be better spent making love.
Turn the lights down low.
Start at the beginning or start at the end, smell the rain on the air longing for a storm to come like some long lost old friend.
The wind howling, sighing, whispering, crying.
Jazz hour, mixing in some blues, dancing forever dancing, look around this room!
A life in a box
Shades of a wolf
Marks like a fox
What do you want from me?
Anything you want
Give you dreams
Give you hope
Send you love everlasting
Whilst I dance a jig on the end of a rope
Touch not this life time
Touch not what should happen next
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