Deprevation

sopping up the inspiration, creativity and beauty from life's dregs

Perfection March 25, 2015

Filed under: In Vino.... — nomisyar @ 20:29

It exists
In the dream of a memory
of that one time….
That one time
when,
when you almost…..
No, not
Almost,
That time when you flew.
You flew my darling.
You flew like a salad tossed
Angel.

So many have touched that plane
But only You,

or you,
or you, or you, or you
will ever finger it
again.

Touch me baby
It’s not yet time.
Touch me baby
Yeah,
Its a bit of a crime.

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