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Picked you up

Turned you around

Stroked your feet

Knocked your crown


I looked inside

Took last light

Struck it hard

Flared the night


Burnt the skin

Flame lives within

Bound by Stockholm

Protected from wind


Loyal knights

Play a tune

Of ruined castles

In shallow dune


Didn’t burn away

Like it should

Fuelled by silent

Embered wood


Saved yourself

Sold me out

Yearning glowers

Stagnated doubt


Punished all ways

For your mistakes

Redemption pyred

Blind faith waits


Never will betray

the nearly known

Disordered ego

Your foresaken drone


Limerence fades

Reveals the reality

Sees the matchbox

In it’s totality


© Katypoetess 2013



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Nigel Astell

Tue 6th Aug 2013 14:16

The nearly known
is the broken
it's the matchbox
that can't open.

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