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Machynlleth 1982
Bodies are burning their oil lamps brightly
from the windows overlooking the church
their silhouettes shape-shift on the bedroom walls
as they move from room to room,
neither stand still long enough for you
to grasp who or what they are,
televisions flicker in accord
as if planned in some way, it’s strangely romantic
as if part of a passion play – and I am the only one h...
Saturday 15th March 2025 2:28 pm
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