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Tchotchke
You are the island
That saves me from myself.
You take the darkest of my days
And Turn them into lucid dreams
Won’t you stay here inside?
You’ll always be free.
And my excursions in your heart
Might come without gold or silver
But I’ll ask you for a kiss
You’ll laugh, say it’s mine
You’re not just a tchotchke
And I thought you should know
If the world is just liquid
Then I know where to go.
That saves me from myself.
You take the darkest of my days
And Turn them into lucid dreams
Won’t you stay here inside?
You’ll always be free.
And my excursions in your heart
Might come without gold or silver
But I’ll ask you for a kiss
You’ll laugh, say it’s mine
You’re not just a tchotchke
And I thought you should know
If the world is just liquid
Then I know where to go.
Published 31st Jan 2010
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31st Jan 2010 9:46am
...the world over know what your title means. I however had to resort to Google -that can be a good thing or a bad thing (I'm not sure which) but in any event this is an enjoyable little poem and the delivery is crisp, indicating that a degree of consideration was involved in its construction. I suspect there's even better material in your locker.
