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Museum Of Mistakes
(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Museum Of Mistakes

Here in the Museum
of Mistakes

I wander among
the many exhibits

amazed

gasp
at how stupid

people can be

look through
protective glass

at the ghost
of a love

my own face
reflected back at me.

Such finely crafted
heartbreak.

Perfect little memories
glint cruelly against the lights

displayed against
the stark contrast of black velvet.

I remember these
didn’t realise

how valuable
they were

then

priceless



now.

I turn away
& cry

having seen too much

here
in my Museum
of Mistakes

the Past

comes back

to haunt me.

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Comments (1)

Your abilility to take a notion and then run with it and extend it even further is just great fun. this is so brilliant and so well done. The idea and the concept and conciet of it are just so...neat as well as being so sweetly sad. love Dee Dee