Friday 8 November 2013

snowglobe

you invaded with pruning shears,
secateuring your self in unsuspicious friendship,
into my heart,
seeped into my habbits, steeping in the liquid of my life,
becoming quietly important,
solidly permament,
in context.
Don't break out,
I hold you in a seperate snowglobe of security,
don't disappear, or invade my bubble,
I'll visit yours,
It suits me better. 

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