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In The Frame
In The Frame
We met in an antique shop,
while you were sifting through
dusty memories
and tarnished gilt.
I was new and bright -
just what you needed in your life
at that time of regrets
and heartaches.
So we went home together
and you placed me on a pedestal.
The centre of a universe
that orbited your soul.
I put my arms
aroun...
Friday 29th March 2013 10:45 am
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