LAST NIGHT…
I’d been sitting in the kitchen,
it was pouring down outside.
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Some drink had been taken,
but it wasn’t really that.
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Thoughts dropped in on me,
as they do from time to time.
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I opened the patio door,
stepped out into the dark.
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Picked up the washing line,
that was lying on the floor.
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I tied it around my neck,
just to feel something real.
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Last night that’s all it was,
I think so anyway.