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Errrrr
Errrrr
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Six ties cut clean,
Four left at the seams.
I
Some years ago
In a land far from today,
I threw a stone into a river
And let it fall away.
I still remember.
II
You,
King who sits on a throne of stones,
And fled in a trail of monotones
From us, for us, for you.
Without you.
Here, on a sunlit night.
Erred, but it’s alright.
Released from your blue hues,
Every colour seemed new.
I,
Battered but bettered,
Will carry on with each new letter,
Bare girl to the eye.