"My Mind Runs Around You..."
My mind runs around you
seven times during a single night
like rings of waves
your city, your neighbourhood, your house
your room, your bed, your face
and then I'm flashed back into my swivel chair
before the desk, under the lamp, facing
this piece of paper, lines of words
from here to there and from there back to here
wrapping you
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