...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... 
THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS...THE WRITTEN GARDENS
CLUBBING - CLUBBING - CLUBBING
(FLASHING BETWEEN THE STROBES OF PASSION AND PRETENSE)




UnNamed
more of you
my eyes long for
your face, gaze, please
my way

between the strobes
my imagination
creates more beauty
still

unnamed wonders
fill my dreams
one more night with
your smile

and tomorrow night
perhaps
I shall know you
better.


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