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| Into The Night | |
| By amanda4uk | ||||||||||
| 07 January 2007 | ||||||||||
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I’m trudging along, driven and drenched, driven by love and drenched from the storm, thinking about the smirk on your face as you walked off into the deep blue night. The night was blue because it wasn’t yet black and a couple of bats flew low around our heads. I could smell the corn fields behind the house, a fly was floating on the beer in my glass, the beer was warm, you were cold, icy cold. The dress you wore was your shortest and slinkiest, molded to your skin like soft warm wax, slowly dripping down to your tiny, perfect, pointed feet. The features on your face had got lost in the darkness, just a gentle glow from your golden hair could be seen. You told me you were going to a bar in the city, with some people, to have a good time and that I would never see your skin again. I can’t let you go, it’s so close to midnight, I must track you down and bring you back home. I’m trudging along, driven and drenched, driven by love and drenched from the storm.
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