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Renee By A Thread
Down the corridor, comes a scream
Was it physical pain
or the horror of finally learning
the way this game is turning
They took your clothes
gave you a gown
there was nothing to do but lay right down
Now, the machine breathes
for you
hung by a thread and leaving soon
Faint flashes behind tired eyelids
recalled moments from a busy life;
the night before your wedding
barefoot kisses b...
Tuesday 5th May 2020 4:53 pm
Harm's Arms
Let me admit, to you, my fear
of those ghostly hands
twisting the knife
in the belly of our lives
These house-bound blues
echo louder some days
these house-bound blues
and their hypnotically sad song
My memories reach out for you
you’ve changed your number
my happy memories are reaching out
yet we may never speak again
And though estranged
often, I still wonder
of your gently c...
Saturday 18th April 2020 11:34 am
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