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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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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 © Christopher Grieves | Year Posted 2023
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