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The chair

I lay there,

blabbering

like a worn out merry-go-round

Just not so merry.

 

Behind me

the tactful silence

of the therapist

grew

to the thunder

of being

 

left

 

beside myself.

 

The empty chair and I

agreed

we couldn’t see each other

like this

anymore.
 

It had better things to do.

 

Places

to go.

 

But I could keep the couch.

 

So I did.

 

The chair

has been stalking me

ever since.




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Publicerad 2013-10-24 09:45



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