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Sep 2009
'How can I sit here,'
you must wonder
'and repeat all of the things
that have placed me in this cage.'

If I cannot change that
then how am I ever
going to live by a word
I only ever said
between my teeth.

I did not trust it,
so it failed me.
Now I do,
it is failing me.
The world carries on.

Chopin plays on;
I no longer enjoy him there,
because now I need him.
Unlike Chopin
I am no longer needed.

It is incomprehensible:
in and amongst the longing
to reverse those mistakes
which drone like wasps in each ear;
both stings reaching deep in to my gut,

There is still you.
Written by
Jamie Townend
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