contractual habit we took oath for, what on earth can make you forget it
rental asked was prepaid in heavy sighs,
the grassland you showed to me
tha attic, that attic, you said was a hidding room
window sil with the pot of pitunias
sole candlestand, there was drippingwax on it,
i saw it
tenant, renounced it, vacant it is,
staircase going to the clouds
all was to be mine, you, but you,
kept a room locked,
i percept it a cosy corner,
a logbook said my day of occupation
i made it my coffin, i gave it my whole
eerie, efface, haunted, effigy of a someone
solemn sermons all day long, drummed out, from
that room that you kept locked from me, i am sueing contractual break.....
trinity aana
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