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A poem that could be about something but probably isn't.

Submitted:Jul 26, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I see you distancing as we unravel

our weaves,

so bashful.

Getting to be a dab hand

at unstitching the knots, now.

But sorry, I forget;

you can't tie.

A brief respite from my walls.

I won't lie;

I enjoyed every second.

I can even count them.

Taking down the watchtower.

Enough of gazing at your

empty field.

I don't think you realise

one word could set the world alight.


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