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Wide Is The Gate And Broad Is The Road
Wide Is The Gate And Broad Is The Road
A sky bleached like old bones
dug from damp earth on an autumn morning.
The pale sun spits on car roofs in a Northern town
where colours hide behind a sheen of grey.
Tram tracks, like silver trails of slugs,
pacing the slowly walking midnight man.
Something ancient and horrid has left a double-mustard
trail of crumbs for him to follow, but nev...
Friday 13th March 2015 12:26 pm
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