Petra Creffield Poems

Plunge yourself deep inside
Into the dark interior of me
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pause
reboot
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The love I had for you is all now gone
I killed it off with a silver shotgun
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PROCESS

Arrive too afraid to even speak
To strange house on Irish peak
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TODAY

It seems we get so used to things so quickly
A life lived, easily forgotten and left behind
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A friend in fair Verona plays today
While I in Cattollica stay
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My temperature is rising
Anticipating the heat of you
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A year of no regrets? Would surely wanton abandon would ensue?
Intriguing experiment it could be, to play with the role of a free me.
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One is the loneliest number that you will ever know
One hope for redemption from the darkness below
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They lay side by side
each seeking slavation
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