Rusty flute,
Desolate plains,
Dusty ute,
Overused clichés
A smile on his face,
Tear tracks down her cheeks,
Fingerprints on the mirror,
Footprints in the sleet
Snowflakes on my shoulders,
It’s getting colder now
So open the door dear,
Please don’t shut me out.
An old brassy key
To an unknown door
Is all I can find
Amongst crushed leaves and folklore.
Goosebumps on my skin,
Impatient clock on the wall,
Ticking away the minutes I waste,
Until there’s none left anymore.
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