I CLUTCHED AT YOU HELPLESSLY UNDER THE STARS SO HOPELESS, SO LIFELESS - LIKE A CHILD RIPPED FROM IT'S MOTHER. DUSK-HIDDEN TEARS, WATCHING AS MY SURROUNDINGS BECOME GRIM CLOCKFACES, LIKE A SLOW SENTENCE OF DEATH. EVERY MOMENT SO PRECIOUS, SO CERTAIN IN IT'S UNCERTAINTY - I WANT TO BE COCOONED FOREVER IN YOU, LIKE THE DARK WATERS DRIFTING, TAKING MY LIFE WITH YOU.
Reason for writing:
The countdown to losing someone. The river concerned runs through Reading, UK.
Birth sign: Not entered
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