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Thursday, September 5, 2019

The Woman Who Lives Behind: Francispoems






















The neighbour behind my affinity
A faceless black ebony
First order melancholy
And much pretty jolly
In her mid - anniversary.


Lived my age behind
We are friends who bind
One secret I know not
The name she is
A bad pal I'm 
A task I ought to
But the name
She tells me not.


May be I'm trying to know
Her name in the shadow
Hard and frozen by snow
And that's all I know
But much ambiguous,
The name you seek to know
So worry I don't now
For what I know is
The woman who lives behind

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