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Days Like These
I pack my things into the box,
Push them into shape,
I check the room for forgotten stuff,
Then seal the box with tape,
The sun peaks through the canopy,
And from the window leaks a breeze,
I sit and look at my packed boxes,
Soon comes the end of days like these.
Push them into shape,
I check the room for forgotten stuff,
Then seal the box with tape,
The sun peaks through the canopy,
And from the window leaks a breeze,
I sit and look at my packed boxes,
Soon comes the end of days like these.
Published 4th Jun 2017
| Edited 5th Jun 2017
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