Mexico is inside the moon.
Down at home.
Hope at large.
Fly me to a thousand bedrooms.
Turn a key.
Enter the room.
Manchester is far from gone.
And the music ….
rises through the floor.
Theres a hole the size of you,
sinking in my heart.
A small sparkle hiding.
Hold me close like a treasured gift.
Take one small step back.
And breath.
Then tell me what you really think.
July 12, 2019
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