Thread Of Conversation In The Library
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Mark Heathcote
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I calculated whilst wandering,
these isles, we'd fall in love one day.
My footsteps were like falling petals
with the weight of a demon's heart that haunts
neither nothing nor anything had I much to say.
I was reduced to recording that funny moment:
that thread of conversation in the library,
the details of which still haunt me nightly,
index finger over pouting lips
the Shhhh, as we kissed.
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