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Landing

On a landing I do dwell

Freshly carpeted and ready to sell

Just me and the velux between the stars

How I wish I could see that far

 

With Guitar in hand, I do dwell

My own escape from living hell

Strumming into the deep of night

Without a sound nor a light

 

In my head, I do dwell

Whispering softly like a sweet smell

Contorting in the dark

As calm as a wolf's bark

 

On my landing, I did dwell

Safe in a space now frozen in time

Lost to the cold of night

Comforted now by the passing of time

 

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