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Into The Night


Amanda Reynolds

I'm trudging along, driven and drenched,

driven by love and drenched from the storm,

thinking about the smirk on your face

as you walked off into the deep blue night.

The night was blue because it wasn't yet black

and a couple of bats flew low around our heads.

I could smell the corn fields behind the house,

a fly was floating on the beer in my glass,

the beer was warm, you were cold, icy cold.

The dress you wore was your shortest and

slinkiest, molded to your skin like soft

warm wax, slowly dripping down to your

tiny perfect pointed feet. The features on your

face had got lost in the darkness, just a gentle

glow from your golden hair could be seen

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