She turned to me and said,
were not out of heads,
in this place, the special place,
make love not haste.
I know their secret she said,
they think were out of heads,
its not what you think,
its not in the drink.
I don’t get you I said,
you say I’m not dead.
I feel so morbid so unreal,
how do I know your deal?
You don’t need to get it she said,
it’s as easy as catching bullets of lead.
Its hidden in the geography,
its hidden in the what we don’t see,
Its hidden in sight she plead,
keep this in your head,
its out bright spark,
we are the spies for the dark.
D 2013
(About a girl I met in hospital while under section. I always wonder what happened to her)
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