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Shoved
Pushed
Locked out
Looking in
At you
Holding
The mortice
Key
Swinging
Side to
Side
Held by
A very
Dirty
String
Hypnotised
Missed you
On your
Tip toes
Grasping
Puckering
Lips
Unravelling
Steel
Un-hinges
Until lips
Smack
The ground
Now
I
See
I
Didn't hear a sound
I.........
Wow. This has a smooth rhythm and tells the story with such few words, beautifully placed to please my eyes and ears.
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Lynn Hamilton
Mon 29th Feb 2016 20:04
Thanks Candice, for reading and commenting. Photography is another hobby (and I say hobbies because, unfortunately neither are going to earn me a crust) so I consider you very lucky to spend your working day doing what you do. X