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Stranded in one moment
A time when we are one
Your embrace keeps me silent
My mind keeps me undone

Heavily we breath in turn
Above, the silence roars
Sudden sounds of creeping
Creak in the floor boards

Slowly talking faster now
Then changing our direction
Words are low when time is slow
And there’s so much affection

Hurry now , we cant be late
We quickly pick up the pieces
Looking round for those lost
Ironing our creases

Copyright ©2003 Nicole Walsh

 

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