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Sep 2019
By your hands, goddess, worlds unfold
Titanic scale whilst I’m a grain
You built up castles made of gold
For those who taught you how to tame

I would have never thought the same
Why say this world is small for us?
It is no one but you to blame
It is a lie to live by thus

Who will now hold this awry mass?
There is no time for this no more
Just promise when you’ll stop to pass -
Leave me a letter neath the door

And hide between the lines an aught
That won’t let blinded psyche rot
Written by
Lynn Briar  29/Neverwhere
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