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View From Monarch's Hotel
The morning is a castle mist,
a grey paint, ghost shroud.
Last night I dreamt we were lovers,
I took pen, paper, sealed green bottle,
wise and smiling, sucking the nib;
now suddenly I'm hunting down cracks,
placing my fingers inside and pulling-
(you said these fissures were only
a minor concern...slants
in the skirting, warm with the fading
central heating).
...
Sunday 21st August 2016 3:56 pm
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