25 August 2007

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Nudged a thought, watched it blot the mind.
It was poison of the sweetest kind.
It played in every blink and every breath
It questioned, it asked, it wrecked…
And it played back every song I ever wrote
Reminding me of sultry evenings on a boat
It channelled through the canals of wakefulness
And it crossed the piers of other thoughts.

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