This I feel

Feel I should pick up the phone and call you,

Know you,
pace set to be without you,

Jingle,
the tune singles my navel,

Due to,
painful processes I cant pledge you,

So you,
know its long since we brought two,

Pan-fried,
berries should state the class,

Strawberry,
flavor should fill the glass,

Tight,
lipped screams should salute your pass,

Follow,
where the mist sets to rise to,

Twelve,
months reduced to ten days,

Blend in,
spoil the fun then trap it,

Music,
too loud submerging the craving,

Lights,
out promoting the move to,

Kisses,
thugs splash in your heart most wanted,

Prophets,
diligently revealing mischief,

Gone,
three sweet wishes though longed for,

Out,
left alone I cry at home.

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A Drift without sugar: Flawless reflections
28/02/10 Garissa or perhaps Tz