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The Meeting

I met you in a bar, I think it was Hanks

We went over the road

And after several drinks

In a club called Stallones

We snoged on the stairs

The girl I was with was rightly cross

I felt no loss

The taste remained

Instinct took over

And over again

It left no stain

Love leaves nothing behind


Sorry about that, but love strikes like lightening?

Are you frightened by that?

It means loss of control

I struggle to deal

Do you have no role?

How should I play it?

Lets see it unfold

The play is not told

But the reveal

Will leave you cold

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