Duke’s: A Song in Your Mind

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love comes from many things, people, moments

it’s like rain falling

silent snow, nights one after another … breath held until you black out

all of it pushing you underneath

lost in those towns, those voices, inside bodies holding you, wanting you, most trying not to die

you finally wake and it doesn’t matter and then you are in water, moonlight and everything has ended and the ocean speaks in dark languages … and the current lifts you with every wave … gifts from a helpful hand

For A. Mole

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