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baptised
baptised
the air is crackling
with anticipation
a gentle breeze
of humid ghosts
dances through
the open door
thunder rolls
and tumbles
like an epileptic
acrobat
across the muddy
thunderheads
a still foreboding
settles here amidst a
Tuesday clutter
of unfinished tasks
to watch the growling
climax of the sky
and when it comes
it splashes dark
from the bullet drop
that i...
Monday 13th January 2014 6:19 pm

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