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In the Closet
Through the kitchen, down the hall, in the last room on the left. There's a box in the closet. Small and square, behind some sweaters. Safe in a quiet place, yet always on my mind...
More than just a trinket, it's like an amulet
For when I hold it in my hands, my head and heart forget.
A talisman of testimony, to what was once so true
This tiny little object that makes me think of...
Sunday 14th April 2019 10:28 pm
The End is Nigh
The end is nigh
And here am I
On the edge and trembling
Who will catch me if I fall
Who will be there for it all
The one who stays from end to end
The one who I can call my friend
The one who loves me true and through
The one who knows just what to do
When the end is nigh.
The end is nigh
And here am I
Cascading through the follies
Who will help me find ...
Friday 12th April 2019 9:19 pm
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