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He comes knocking your door
Buys things you need no more
Weighs and pays for discarded load
Then goes off to another road.

For your pound he pays pence
Makes it seem in perfect sense
The deal is only if you're willing
To barter the old for new shilling.

You feel he adds some happiness
Clears the dirt creates the space
Your home was long a messy lot
With no place for new things brought.

Not all old things are like that dirt
A few are ever new are your part
He never asks them to be sold
Knowing you wouldn't for price of gold.
 May 2016 Malin Eriksen
Tabitha
Anger, frustration
Built like a brick wall inside of this heart,
Testing my patience,
Racing,
Waiting to come up with another reason,
Reasons why I deserve it,
Failures, disappointment, sadness,
Picking at weaknesses,
Waiting for a point where this ends,
Patterns of highs and lows,
Spinning so fast,
Everything in mid air,
Becomes a blurry haze,
Where I see a brick wall,
With anger and frustration
Going on and on
 May 2016 Malin Eriksen
May
She,
The beauty,
An umbrella,
Over her head
In the strong shower
With no place to be gone
All alone
With no one for help
A stranger
Sees the girl
With an umbrella over her head
Through the misty shower
He sees only
A dark figure
With a long and curly hair cascading
With a color of a dreadful black night
Wearing a gown
Color of a cloudless sky
Like an angel
Who had fallen down
From the heaven and got lost
The stranger
With an umbrella over his head
Pace slowly towards
The girl standing alone
She stares and
He smiles
Though it is not
a time of a smile
She smiles
Just few seconds,
I can see
Two figures
Walking along the empty,
cold  and muddy path
An umbrella over their heads
Another left behind
With the grabbed hands
Maybe forever...
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