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We Kissed As The House Blew Away
Remember when we kissed all night
in taxis
bar booths
cinemas
in takeaways
phone boxes
queues
in crowds
in fields
on cliff tops
white sands
in ostentatious style
with absolute certainty
standing in rivers
rolling on haystacks
in tents
in love…
To lose ourselves in kisses
was all we ever wanted
‘lose yourself in kisses’
that’s all I ever said
Do you remember
the last time ...
Sunday 27th December 2015 4:09 pm
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