The old ceiling fan grinds away slowly
Clicking away at the one uneven spot of it's lamp.
There is a small swirl of dust as I creep through the old room towards my bed
Time to put another dream to rest
Make lay in a silk-lined coffin
Bury it away down below
So as not to be a constant reminder of another failed love
Another wasted heart string affair
Just let it go floating away
WBA 2010
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