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Landing
On a landing I do dwell
Freshly carpeted and ready to sell
Just me and the velux between the stars
How I wish I could see that far
With Guitar in hand, I do dwell
My own escape from living hell
Strumming into the deep of night
Without a sound nor a light
In my head, I do dwell
Whispering softly like a sweet smell
Contorting in the dark
As calm as a wolf's...
Monday 10th November 2025 3:50 pm

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