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| Hurdy-Gurdy in need of repair and memories |
We have a spare room.
A room without belonging
without purpose.
It was different at first.
When we moved here
it was a bedroom.
it was a bedroom.
My bedroom.
North-facing small.
North-facing small.
Uncomfortable with too much space
- Im a city girl after all -
I left the big room empty.
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| Luggage, clothes... |
I grew into it.
The room, the house.
The big bedroom
with view
is now boudoir
There is carpet, curtains, space.
And the small room
is now filled with
leftovers from periods gone by
things kept, saved.
Luggage, clothes,
CD's, books, notes, bedding.
It needs a purpose,
something to do
that spare room.
That spare room of mine.
The big bedroom
with view
is now boudoir
There is carpet, curtains, space.
And the small room
is now filled with
leftovers from periods gone by
things kept, saved.
Luggage, clothes,
CD's, books, notes, bedding.
It needs a purpose,
something to do
that spare room.
That spare room of mine.
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| I'm a city girl after all |
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