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Wednesday, 4 December 2013

Stability

I craved to be unable, without joy

Not to make the telephone call
Not to post the galleries post card

To think twice about the secret flight
To even believe that I could end it

Yet once sworn in, to the life of sin
I was ravished, I gravitated

To lies and deceit, all receipts
Carefully collected & then destroyed

I took the joy, yet craved to be unable


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