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Wood
hinges creaky
lock long rusty
paint a-peeling and vaguely musty
swinging days gone
these days shut fast
seems years since I last had a blast
footsteps on stairs,
sapling lingers
turns my knob with leafy fingers
I stay rigid
want her naughty
instead, sprays my key-hole with WD-40
sap linament
for ancient joints
soothing salve an oaken so...
Monday 1st November 2021 3:03 pm
The Cellars Of Your Heart
I stayed put, you moved on
With not a backward glance,
Its cold and dark down here
Hearing your merry dance
I'm in limbo now, forgotten
My spirit unable to restart
Trapped and left for dead
In the cellars of your heart
This place has other ghosts
Chains clanking like mine
Brooding sadly about how
You must be doing so fine
We're so near yet so far ...
Sunday 18th October 2020 11:17 am
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