It is in the pockets of moments i meet her again
In the most unlikely of places
Laughing about two fruit flies fucking
Hearing the way the bagpipes sound vibrations move within the caves of her chest
Little magical pockets of moments
I see her and i meet her
This mystery of a woman who comes with a twinkle in her eye
Having a moment within her that no one else can see
It’s beautiful isn’t it
And isn’t she…
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