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Captured in forgotten love,

Swept up in items of sentiment.

Small horns, of pewter fashion,

Swirled into a snails perception,

Hung innocently off a silver chain, ever so delicate.

Muscles tight, and hard with pain.

Swept up in items of sentiment.

Metallic gloss, that shines like stars,

In a place safe, to be unharmed.

Trying hard not to be,

But ever so light and elegant.

Here shall hang the memory,

Swept up in items of sentiment.

Unnoticed like millions are,

But held ever so close to the loved ones heart.

Smirking like death may be,

Ignored like table etiquette,

Whilst still remembered; it holds the key.

Swept up in items of sentiment.

Swept Up


By Unknown

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