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16/11/2016 Finding value, like gold, where others can't see it

It's very dark in here,

this deep black, almost blinding.

Eyes plucked from my skull,

all I have left is to feel my way

with my heart outstretched.

That's how I find you

like an old painting 

hidden under layers of dusty cloth

in an attic, stashed away...

and there is so much more to you

than even you know.

All your colours,

all your intricacies and idiosyncrasies...

if only you could see.




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