In
the
graveyard
Of
my
mind
Is
where
the
memories
Of
us
reside
So
when
I’m
alone
In
the
dead
of
night
I
walk
the
tombs
Of
our
love’s
plight
Alone
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
In
the
graveyard
Of
my
mind
Is
where
the
memories
Of
us
reside
So
when
I’m
alone
In
the
dead
of
night
I
walk
the
tombs
Of
our
love’s
plight
Alone
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
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I read this in a voice of the dead :D.
This is one of your best ones! 😁🖤
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Innit hot! Well is here anyway, almost 30C!
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If only…
Sadly we’re a little cooler over the border! 🙄🖤
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Aye yer right there pal! 😎
Swap then, it’s too hot!!
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😂🖤
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It’s also very sad though 😦 💙
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Wouldn’t be me if there wasn’t at least a tinge of sadness…
Hang on, that’s a great title! 😁🖤
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You been through a lot 💙
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Haha, what is?
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‘Tinged With Sadness’
Already written.
I’ll post in a couple of days 😉🖤
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Interestingly enough that was the voice it was written in too! 😁
Thanks Robin. I’m glad you enjoyed it 👍🖤
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Excellent proof that written poetry and spoken poetry are different art forms, that the layout of words on the page can shape meaning and response.
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Thank you my friend.
That’s very kind of you.
I don’t have the talent for spoken word – not sure I have any talent most days – but I certainly prefer hiding behind the screen that’s for sure 👍🖤
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Great post 😁
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Thank you.
I’m glad you thought so 🖤🖤
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After reading this I think you are the bright side of a Mausoleum
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Thank you, I think!
Hope you’re doing ok my friend 🖤
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Doing good, and yes you are “the bright side”
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Well….. bright side with dark hearts
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Thank you my friend 🖤
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