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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 snogged 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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