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Beds, Hearts and Books
In these surprising years beyond expiry
forty and not failing
the journey remains largely painless
and brightly lit
wrapped up in love
in beds
hearts and books
Pull this feeling tight around me
another year of moving on
from all that didn’t seem to fit
closer to who I want to be
tangled up in love
in beds
hearts and books
All these lines, I can’t help but keep weaving
on the loo...
Monday 26th April 2021 10:50 am
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