Amy Murtagh Poems

And my imagination shapes you
Kneading you to need me
Like I need you so
Mould the clay
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Come with me
Place your hand in mine
You’ve been wanting to get away
And now is the time
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Straying in to stormy weather
Our love was a weather balloon
And when the going got tough
You let go too soon
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The animals tumble
A fall from their cradle, from
Their rest in the crescent of the moon
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