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Not here, Not there...

I don’t want to be here anymore
The ageing paint and the dripping taps
The fading chairs and the dirty Oven
That now no one cares for
Reminds me of you

Their hellos, their smiles,
And the way they look at me as I walk in
And walk out
Alone
Burdens my soul…
I don’t want to be here anymore

And I don’t want to be there
Where the table you sat on is
And the plate I served you in
Is
Where an old safety pin
Sits next to a lock of your hair
And a book of mine
From a time I do not now
Remember
I don’t want to be there anymore

Not here
Not there.

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