at times am overwhelmed about nothing just sitting there alone by the lagoon and watching the foaming brine bring in debris of all kinds or taking a walk on the dark side and i cross the road where the motel was and see comfort workers still hawking their stuff but i turn and walk on by at times like that i recall your first cut the times we necked at the lagoon front the things we did at our heavenspot you touched me in places i didnt know exist and i took you on journeys that i cant now revisit saw you now all married and proper a vicar's wife fitted for the role like the thread fits the needle i begin to doubt if it all didnt happen
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