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Fragments of a Fairytale

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Fragments of a Fairytale

He walked in the pouring rain
Slithering green drop, by green drop feathering across his scarves
He’d been read in books before bedtime
Dreamed in dreams before morning
And now he was real
But he wasn’t sure what to do
so he began to write poetry
just for you
But when you read them
There was no glitter behind your eyes
Only a smile made of lipstick
a nervous twitch made of lies
Behind him he could hear the rain
Could see the dark blue grey of it leaking across the browning grass
She didn’t recognise him
He didn’t recognise what he saw
It wasn’t his home, he had merely been invited
through the night time whispers of the little girl with electric eyes
like cracked sapphires
But he was too late
years out of time
And how his brain hurt when she never waved goodbye.

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