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Janus
Janus
When we were young
we raged against the storm
biting at our hormones,
engulfing our senses
and our sensibilities.
The deep penetrating
oxblood on our
Doctor Martin boots
polished
to an indignant sheen.
Pre-conditioner hair,
split ends and acne,
Shredded Wheat moustache.
A groove worn on the chin
by pondering fingers.
Myopic ...
Wednesday 1st February 2017 7:10 pm
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