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Mr Handbag
Mr Handbag
The cackling sound
of old led
sat and placed us
with a person
It echoed out his life
and coughed up
three CD’s
so we sat.
darkness and fingernails
ran out of the room
leaving only me
with Mr Handbag
his corduroy sweatpants
leaked receipts
covered in syrup
or was it marmite?
my heart began to bleed
...
Friday 28th May 2021 2:43 pm
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