Edinbourgh morning 4 a.m.
We lie in the single bed and talk about the
Future, make our guesses
and as he speaks I look at him, think
'Handsome', stupid word, and think
'might this be it? The elusive thing?'
Blackbirds sing ouside and the
Sunlight warms the curtains..
wooh. dat was mooi.
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