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In a Lonely Place

Caressing the marble and stone
Love that was special for one
The waste in the fever I heat
How I wish you were here with me now
Body that curls in and dies
And shares that awful daylight
Warm like a dog round your feet
How I wish you were here with me now
Hangman looks round as he waits
Cord stretches tight then it breaks
Someday we will die in your dreams
How I wish we were here with you now

Sonji….

Boban

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