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The smell of ammonia in the entrance hall.
The racing bike. The junk mail.
The timer switch whose single naked bulb
Allowed us as far as the first floor.
The backs of your legs
As you went ahead of me up the stairs.

The landing where we paused for breath
And impatient key searching.
The locks which would never open quickly enough
To let us in.
The green of the paintwork we slid down
As if we had nowhere else to go.

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Poem Timer - Hugo Williams