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Bruce Willis is just about to go get his girl
Seems how the CIA destroyed his house in an attempt to kill him
The movie is just start8ing
The friendship is just starting
And POW
The lights go out
Grids down
Whole street
Victoria Monday in the dark
The sound of children playing with sparklers at the block party fills the air
The flashes of fireworks fill the dark
So we go for a walk
Victoria Park
Awkward chat and swings
But the park belongs to you no matter what I do
Music playing from my phone stuffed beside my breast
Heart beating your name deep within my chest

My toes are getting so cold I can’t feel them
And he’s get antsy like he can’t handle any more of my singing
It’s been about half an hour by now
The power should be back by now
So we go
Silent footsteps
Falling into darkness
Powers still out
Board games on my bed by candle light
Hungry hippos eat white marbles letting him win then me
And my scrabble letters spell silent
I pick my new letters
M… A… T
In that exact blind order
And the games belong to you even if I don’t want it to
Almost a perfect moment in the still of a silent night
Minus the fact that it was not you in the candle light