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When I sleep

you call out to me

from the deepest corners

of my dreams.

Persistent now

like a loving cat

you clawed your way

into my life.

Stanyan street

(our beginning)

more heartfelt

after many hours together.

And yet the clouds

mockingly smile at me,

they feel no dismay

of love-longing.

Because I sit here alone,

and my fingers

holding a cigarette

may skew with time,

but it is with time

that you'll show at my door

once again.

(I hope)

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