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Go away
Forget me please
I scream at you
as you knock on my door
with tears in your eyes
in that black dress
once again
I hit you
with all my force
push you away
and slam that door
into you face
I hear you cry
in the rain
and I know
you´ll be back
I can´t kill
a memory
Sunday 12th April 2020 10:47 pm
CEILING ROSE
CEILING ROSE
An alabaster ceiling rose is ever so delicate,
a round swirling pattern that is a joy to look at.
It used to be white but now it’s all yellow
with centuries of grime and age old smoke.
People stop and wonder what went on under
the hanging lights, what was said, who loved
who and who dared to dance close.
Today the huge dance hall is empty
...Monday 6th August 2012 8:30 pm
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