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If I were behind me
Creeping in the shadows like dust in a dead dream’s room
A child once laughed here
A life once lived here
If I were behind me
A little light through the key hole
Tucked away and fiercely penning silly notions
Ink blobs on cotton linens
If I were behind me
Then how could I ever be before you?

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written about a month ago, I know I am so behind

also I don;t agree with Woolf, I think that writing behind a locked door isolates you from the world, I get it she was a product of her time, and so am I, thus my desire to write in the corner of a pub or comffy chair of coffee house :)

* Virginia Woolf

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