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dead wood chairs

dead wood chairs

In the distance, I see you
Sat upon the dead wood chair
I do not like what you've become
No skin no eyes no hair

In the distance, I see me
Standing there beside
Knitting up fresh bits of you
Your deadness thus to hide

MΒ  ~

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Syd

Short but very sweet and very much enjoyed.

Nice write MarionΒ  - Syd xoΒ 

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Being Me

The loss, the memories, the yearning ... all eloquently displayed in this rather special poem.

Ps. I love the knitting metaphore x

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Marion

Ha...good...lol, and a metaphor it shall stay...hate knitting...How's the book coming? How ARE you?...send me a private one when you've the time OK xx

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Being Me

🫑 Will do. You have a long message coming soon...lol xx

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