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It's trying really hard to be a nice spring day. The sun has broken through after showers yesterday and early this morning, but the forecast is for more rain tonight and into tomorrow. Wish it would stay sunny. Clouds the colour of gunmetal are no good for my mood at the moment. The swelling score of Matt Uelman fades into silence.

[CENTER][I]Abruptly, the sound ceased. Suddenly the desolation, the solitude, became unendurable. While that voice sounded, London had still seemed alive. Now, suddenly, there was a change, the passing of something, and all that remained was this gaunt quiet.[/I]
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I close my eyes and think of your face. Soft skin the colour of talcum powder now that summer's bronzing has faded. Lips as pink and sweet as marshmallow. I can't remember if your eyes are green or brown. My fingers lightly trace your arm, rounding your elbow and down. You half hook your manicured ivory fingers so that my hand snags in yours.

And again, I'm lost in the vortices of your eyes. I want. So do you. I can't. I relinquish my grip. Gravity in this parallel universe is pulling me back into reality. I've got just enough time to steal a kiss. One for your lips and another for your forehead.

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