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Our House
I sometimes wander past the house where we used to live.
I park across the road and contemplate
the things we used to do.
As much as I stare I cannot see within
and even if I could
I’d only see the strangers who occupy our house.
I wonder if deep into the night
our voices from years ago
Might penetrate the years
and our echo may softly rebound
Across the walls we used...
Wednesday 11th December 2013 7:46 am
That Place
In that place
The summers were always hot and the skies completely blue.
And in that place
Where nothing ever hurt me
A lie was never spoken; it was all completely true
In that place
When the morning sun spilled into my room and woke me
Then I’d be up and out and riding my bike
And in that place
The place where I’d be the fastest biker ever
...Wednesday 2nd January 2013 7:11 am
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