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Sunday 25 December 2011

Depot

When darkness falls,
Solitude enshrouds my little abode

and You croon from the distant window,
I stay mused
bemusingly.

Scouring over the cupboard,
I recollect
those photo albums,
folded letters,
and dried flowers
Buried within me somewhere ,

I could never reach.

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