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Tuesday, 12 March 2019

The Past comes Knocking!


When the past came knocking-
I closed the door. 
For I want it to be over-
and not deal with it anymore. 


You were a part of it;
You were all there.
But no one came to me-
Holding me to bear.


I cannot let it on-
I cannot let it go.
When the last came knocking-
I just closed the door!

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