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Bygones
Too much water under the bridge
So many bygones knocking on the door
My words bounce off ignorant armour
Repeated arguments rattle around my skull
An infinite ticket to a fairground ride on fire
Someone has to stop paying the fare
Trapped in a loop, caught in a cycle
We need to end it, we have to break free
My fight has faded, a snuffed out spark
Now I patiently await an escape path
Copyright ©
Charlotte Cooper
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