I’ll take care of it

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I’ll take care of it

The list was long

Deep breaths, deep breaths

That guitar on my chair waited for a new song

But the list was long

 

I ran and ran

The list was long

Ticked one, and two, and three and four

Only the Heavens kept count of my knocks on the doors

 

When will it ever…get easy?

When will I ever…breathe easy?

Ticked five and six and seven

I let out a merry sigh, oh good heavens!

 

The list called out to me

There’s more, there’s more!

Deep breaths, deep breaths; I cannot skip I cannot dare –

…And then he walked in, kissed my hands, took the list for he will take care…

 

He will take care of me

He will take care…

He handed me my lonely guitar

And I sang about the ones with the list who are lost and far from home, from home…

Manizey

Manizey is an academic and storyteller based in Dhaka, Bangladesh. She has a fondness for the macabre and the supernatural, and is always dreaming up fantastic scenarios.

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