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May 2015
One moment
I was in your life
- in every single
and cranny,
trying to
smooth out
your broken edges
the same way
you smoothed out
But that was only
for a moment,
and the next
I was gone.

You cleared me out,
got a paint job and
fresh wallpaper,
stripping me of
and leaving me
naked and
alone and

Don't you care?
Don't you care that
I had made a happy
in your heart
even though I'd
only just moved in
and the previous
resident had
left their mark?

I don't know what to
say other than
god ******,
I've got space for you,
the keys in the lock and
you don't even need to knock
I'll be waiting.

So please,
please make room for me
because I've never felt
so beautiful as when
you took the word and
translated it into
a hundred thousand
gestures and
and precious memories.

My wallpaper's
torn right through
but I can stick it back
if only you give me the

You don't have to
keep on living in
broken homes.

So just let me
try and fix the
one we made.
Not my best but oh well
Devon Webb
Written by
Devon Webb  Auckland
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