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A Thousand Oceans
I waken to the grey smear of day
How weary the wait
Chilly chatter mornings
Rolling like debt
Into never ending anywhere shrill
To fill the longest heat of day
Until
Like a gypsy’s promise
A kiss
Soft upon wetted breeze
The night
The night is familiar
Like pages
Opening within a cloak of comfort
Wherein ...
Tuesday 2nd February 2010 2:12 pm
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