I notice her at noon
Stumbling across the sand
A stranger so welcome
In my desolate land
Although I’m hidden high
She’s still noticed me there
She’s screaming and pleading
Oh, I know, it’s not fair
She’s fallen for me now
Shaky on the slaughter
She weeping, she’s gurgling
A fish out of water
Heroin, heroine
Surrendering her feet
To her love drunk Vulture
She’s beloved as meat
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Re-drafted version of ‘Love Drunk for All’ published in the fifth edition of ‘The Writer’s Quibble’ under my pseudonym 'Jack Sloane' http://writersquibble.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/the-writers-quibble-5.html
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