She said, "I feel numb"
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I said "That doesn't make sense"
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"Numbness is a lack of feeling", she said
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I knew what she meant
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And I did, I was just talking.
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I'm not a pedant but I was hesitant to let silence walk in
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I took her hand and I kissed each knuckle
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It didn't reach her at first but she smiled a smile that meant 'Fuck all'
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"I don't think I want to fight it", she said, without eye contact
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"I want my last breath to be a laugh
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not the last gasp of a lab rat"
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And I had nothing to say back
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Just smiled and kissed each knuckle again
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Comfort, rewound and played back.
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We left through the lobby as I text skeghead Bobby
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Nice name, right?
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He said he'd run out, but if we dropped off cash,
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he could sort us out the same night
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So we dropped off a little money and went and had Happy Meals
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'Lady's choice' I'd said, as she chose to pay Ronald McDonalds bills
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I wore an upper-half face mask of the Hamburglar
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We took it turns not to laugh as we ate the equivalent weight of a third of her
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I used to buy weed off Bobby
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back in my late teens
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He was as shady as his monicker
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but he could facilitate our new needs
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Neither of us had done ecstasy before
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but we bought three tabs each
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Fuck it, you only live once
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and that's at the most it would seem
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We walked around the South Bank
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wrapped up warm in coats and gloves
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we sang songs, ran in circles, laughed and fell in love
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It wasn't real love of course,
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just a chemical turning
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But that was all we required
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temporary life affirmentship
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We were beauty that night
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through drug-tinted glasses
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The sun shone on us through the dark skies
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as the rest of the world passed us
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I roam for adventure to go right down to Greenwich
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start to finish four hours, give or take off a few minutes
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Around 10:45 as we sat on a bench
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the place glew in the dark
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You could see right across the river
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from the Cutty Sark to Milwall Park
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We shared a kiss at that moment
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with no sexual undercovers
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She jumped to her feet and said "Lets play a game,
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If you can catch me right now, I will tell you my name!"
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And with that she turned and ran as I promptly gave chase
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through streets and alley-ways as laughs cascaded from her face
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Again, out of no doubt it was down to the chemicals
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but she seemed to float and glow
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as we bounded on like thin blood through wide ventricles
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All of a sudden, like in slow motion
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she held herself into the air
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And then in the blinking sound of a splash
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I was stood all alone there
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There was no flailing or splashing
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just the first one that broke the surface
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I heard that when a girl writes off the world
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it's done in cursive
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I'd met her that morning
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in the waiting room at 7AM
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And 16 beautiful hours later
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I'd never see her again.
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Terminal
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| Dan Le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip |
