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Bedlam
Bedlam
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The greying morning
Barked like a dog
Trapped in a well
A sound so hollow
It shattered glass
In the cabinet where
She kept her memories
Tied in knots
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The braying moon
Shone silver needles
Into the face
Of the weeping child
Screwing its hooks
Into soft flesh
Making the lanterns
Quiver with rage
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In the ragged garden
Tendrils...
Tuesday 11th February 2020 12:08 am
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