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Oct 2016
What’s underneath
Your long blond hair

What makes you jump
From your comfortable chair

Who will place
A ring on your finger?
Whose first kiss
Will make you linger?

Im going to die
I don’t know why
Or what will take me
From this place

I’ve run my race
Revealed my face
Am out of place
Without disgrace

Who will buy
My heart and soul
Roll the dice
To make me whole

I'm broken apart
There's nothing there
I stare beyond
Your empty chair
21st October 2016
Commuter Poet
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Commuter Poet  UK
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