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there was something soft and shapeless
about the way i died
crushed beneath cezannes
le jardinier vallier
the brash blocks of emotive oil
floating from the canvas
choking my pores like vines
throttling a crumbling French farmhouse
as you sat on a wooden stool
resting in the cool green shade
shapes and contours gripped
vice-like around my smiling throat
th...
Wednesday 11th May 2016 7:51 pm
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