Poetry Blogs (automatics)

Automatics

Sitting with shutter eyes,

Thinking of all the left behind

Children sleeping in the park,

Biting their lips and wondering

What a warm house smells like.

That double-glazing man walks

Around the house again,

And I think about all those

Men walking round in circles,

In places they’ve never been.

And the warm feeling sl...

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