She plays upon the dark in me
and walks so alone.
She doesn't tell me what she dreams
of these I'll never know.
She runs her fingers through my hair
as if I were not there.
She'll love me for an hour or two
and then off she'll go.
She communicates by mobile phone
but never speaks for long.
She called me honey the other
and it almost sounded wrong.
D might do anything I ask her to
but that night she was my light.
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