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"You're only supposed to blow the bloody doors off!" - Charlie Croker, The Italian Job

A Jinjagoliath poem: 26th May 2023
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Gold

You're in my head
It's true. You're there.
I led you in 
Showed you a chair

We sat to talk
I made a brew
I shared my thoughts
You shared a few

And in the chat
I do recall
Bricks were removed
From in the wall

That separates
The love departed
From reality
Of broken hearted 

As knees I slap
Well that's it, I guess
There's nothing left
Now to confess

A heart to heart
Was just the job.
My vault of gold..
After the rob

But pausing for a sec
I wait
Just not the type
Who chooses hate

Blue lights and red
Have led the chase
As speeding hearts
Have lies to face

It hurts to hear the truth
It's true
But gold there is
And it's still you
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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M  Avatar
May 26, 2023 at 6:04 AM
Enjoyed this poem Christopher….Debx
Grieves Avatar
February 27, 2024 at 6:46 PM
Well that is lovely to hear Deb, thank you :)
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