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Let the Music Play
we were an unsinkable ship,
built to sustain any injury
thrown our way, or so we said.
cast into the dark,
yet illuminated with infinite possibilities.
suddenly slipping through our fingers
the bitter cold quickly rushed in,
and the music played on.
while the chaos surrounded us
and the children were tucked safely in their bed,
the music played on.
while prayers were whispered,
...
Tuesday 25th May 2021 4:34 pm
Unwell
I am
unwell
unfit
to be seen
or heard
clinging to
t h o u g h t s . . .
of you, us
trying to separate
the pieces
that have been glued
for too long
unbearable,
inconceivable
Tuesday 7th July 2020 4:45 am
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