Oh Jane, Jane,
If that's your real name;
I know you live in my head,
but you play the silent game.
You know,
When you spoke to me long ago
I became higher...
and higher?
Your voice was like fire,
Or flash electric sparks
striking ablaze my pyre.
[21:15|12.10.011] ©c.thomas.carter
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