If it were not for the memory of your blue eyes floating over mine in the semi darkness of that room halfway between londontown and basingstoke the woking junction of desire, would I believe still after all this time love was and is? I remember your breath on my lips like a song that I forgot to write the words to.
If it were not for the memory of your blue eyes floating over mine in the semi darkness of that room halfway between londontown and basingstoke the woking junction of desire, would I believe still after all this time love was and is? I remember your breath on my lips like a song that I forgot to write the words to.
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If it were not for the memory of your blue eyes floating over mine in the semi darkness of that room halfway between londontown and basingstoke the woking junction of desire, would I believe still after all this time love was and is? I remember your breath on my lips like a song that I forgot to write the words to.
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blue eyes floating over mine in the semi darkness of
that room halfway between londontown and basingstoke the woking junction of desire if it were not the impress of your freckled hand at my throat, tracing the pulse of my bloodbeat the jagged road that led us there to the millionth second of our honeymoon,elongated by absences and want of illicit unknowing unrelenting unforeseen unspeakable undo-able unreachable bliss and pain and joy and regrettable unending its unending and i remember your breath on my lips like a song that i forgot to write the words to if not for this, would i believe still after all this time love was and is possible?