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suddenly you’re back on my mind,

sublime and serene,


like when we first met.

I haven’t crossed your path in an eternity.

Blue ribbon in my hair,

your favourite colour,

busy streets feel abandoned when you are at home,

hiding on top of the fireplace,

in your bronze prison.

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