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Oct 2015
And slowly it all clicks
Into place

The other night
You slept around

Love had slipped
Under your door
And later made its way
Out of the window

You had crept, crawled
Into a magnet,
Through a web
And had fallen after being thrown
At the wayside
Into the dirt.

©Jack Aylward,
27/7/08
Jack Aylward
Written by
Jack Aylward  41/M/Scotland
(41/M/Scotland)   
345
   --- and Evanescence
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