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Anomalies
As you tuck,
Tuck into your lover
I think about you,
I don’t know why,
One of those anomalies
Of the universe,
A quirk that’s not
Supposed to be there
In the perfection of
It all,
And if the thought
Should happen to cross
Your mind in the
Small hours you
You will get tears
From laughing so hard,
Your lover will
Wonder what in the
Hell is wrong
And it will be a pain,
For how do you
Explain an anomaly
In the clockwork
Precision of it all,
In the small hours.
Tucked,
Tucked into your lover.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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