it comes down at last like a storm of stones
three years' worth of tears and fears and pain
buckets-full of years
grave-day loads of bones
all is new & now, all old & then
the bed the same
but we're li'll nemo here
with my unknown past
on your tender shoulders
you make me fly
on
up
into us
13/05/2013
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