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From the Winter of Discontent

You brought me to this shelter
in the winter of my discontent,
and kept me warm from the cold storms, 
that chilled my aching bones.
Safe within my home away from home away from;
home 
that shone with bright lights through lacy curtains,
as I, with childish glee,  watched the buses pass by,
and listen to the passing strangers
who enthralled my curiosity.

We kissed, and danced on the ugly carpet that
I ache to rest my bare feet on once more,
and made sweet love on the crisp cold blankets.
But soon,  we handed over the keys, 
clutched within my bitter cold hands;
and I knew, 
the frosty nights were returning,
and the doors that once held memories in abundance,
shut us out,
and the ugly carpet we danced on till summers end,
now sooths the aching feet of other lost souls,
whilst I lay frozen out on the streets.

◄ Creativity's Passing

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