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Summer walks
I walked all afternoon until the sun cracked a thing more fragile than a face
I saw them on their phones always waiting for love
like it was a strange gossip
I've stopped walking to write a sudden thought poem
the thought gets lost in the process
I cross the river and bathe my feet
Writing on the hoof is prone to typos
I watch tourist map to there destinations
Being alone...
Tuesday 16th July 2019 2:10 pm
Who breaks a Butterfly upon a Wheel?
In that first perfect summer, that summer of love
when rifles bloomed and we turned on
and so nearly dropped out
in that year we met
and in the sun
we loved
despite clouds
that threatened us
and sought to break our love
a sad weight of parental love turned on
our first perfect summer, our first summer of love
In that first perfect summer, that summer of love
whe...
Saturday 30th June 2018 3:39 pm
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