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Writing letters from the candlelight into the fire The frying pan sits cold upon the stove unwired This is an empty home I'm tired But the moving finger carries all these feelings For me so that I can carry on keeping secrets from you Rain droplets streaking across windows flung open The outside world spins faster as I get older Caution rides the back of a furious wind Ripping pages from my hands as if it's snatching precious rings Married to the music I hear in my head alone This lack of electricity I chose the moment I could not hold you My wristwatch stopped the clocks Unwisely ever-mesmerised by the tick-tock Wisps of my hair are starting to tug free of the elastic Dancing with white leaves to get my attention dramatic But I'm too busy sighing all my oh whys to realise The ending I'm writing is playing outright The corset strings that bind are starting to unwind too tight Soliloquys of self fulfilling prophecies Self-told lies transforming into honesties Polishing novels starring