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Black hole
Moon eyed she goes
She is one of the stars
Lonesome she is
In the presence of Mars
Soon her reflection renews
She is a planetary part apart
Memories become brand-new
She is solo in this system
And as the lights dim
He becomes hers
She sucks us in
Until everything’s hers
Friday 19th April 2024 3:33 pm
Misplaced Memory
Minds mould cannot always bend to the will - Look!
A blur of surreal reality:
it’s vivid, a memory, a means
but travel through years
and maybe it’s a dream,
or the worst fear:
(for the youth with infantile stretch marks to hear)
Forgotten.
For the youths with flat ironed flesh and barely dogmarked ears,
what we all fear
is to forget.
Tell the boy with the newly ...
Thursday 7th June 2018 3:52 pm
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