you make me remember
lightning storms
summer breezes
the bitter taste of fear in my throat
whispers of my grandmother
final chords echoing and shouting unto the heavens
quiet sobs wrapped in cotton
caresses of stars
an ache for blood
the wind singing to me in the night
I think perhaps I dreamt of you when I wrote (oh so many years ago):
And the man in the
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I deliberately didn't name you in case *you* thought it was too personal..............
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