Again I break from my shell...As clouds break over the dawn...And I rise...And I wait...For the music to come.
Monday 28 September 2015
Keys
I feel forgotten
Lost
Misplaced
Like keys in a bowl
You kept too high,
Out of reach
Like keys that lead to
Locks that open doors
You've closed for good
Like keys, with crooked teeth gone
Brittle with time
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