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Almost Making It

Eluned stands alone beneath the clock,

A crimson petal topples from her breast

And lands beside a tear upon the deck;

The ghost she loves has failed to manifest.

A cabbie drops her off at her retreat

Where she’ll be greeted by a single bed,

A manuscript typeset with his conceit --

Conjured from the proofs inside her head.

Inside his cell he’s mad because he’s lost

His set-free date and he’ll not be with her  

At lift off time; a rose displays the cost

Of misbehaviour -- dies for want of air.

And on the day of days she’ll celebrate

While he’s still locked away and celibate. 

 

◄ Still With Me

Keeping Her Around ►

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