Off the cuff, with emotions locked.

A dead-end street to which I only see defeat.

Many ask…many greater and wiser than I.

‘When will the sadness end?’

To which, there has never been an absolute reply.

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In the dainty house.

Down off the gravelled road.

Discrete, earthy…hidden.

Not a word of…

love as though it means something to someone…

give as though it requires no reward.

Be…when others have broken your heart’s sword.

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With every attempt to cast away doubt.

With all the moments I have felt inside out.

With this picture perfect home…

At last, I must go it alone.

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I can confide that the insanity has left the well dry.

The calls to a wedding for young love.

The rants and raves of doors that will not close.

The mysterious lack of sedation that hangs from collages on a logged wall.

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Little house down the road.

Impeccable with country-style.

Alit to the eaves by autumn leaves.

Do not second judge.

The road ahead is meant for only me.