The Key
The Key
They all came for
good reasons,
seeking comfort and
solace in the grounds of the dead.
Drinking spirits or
laying flowers, readers of poetry,
and the loners with
mental disorders.
The dusk and
psychology of keys swept them out onto hedgerows
you lock yourself
in at the end of a watch,
It’s a way...
Sunday 2nd December 2007 6:02 pm
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