George Michael

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They say he hid behind curtains,
watching neighbours pass,
and shut lovers out,
to examine wounds
that had long scabbed over.

And in those hours,
of chosen desolation,
denim past mocking
a pyjama-clad present,
he chose to sleep.

They say it was a mistake,
that he meant to stay awhile,
but he must have known,
you’ve got to give
for what you take.

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