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Twelfth Night
Twelfth Night
Pining with your sisters
in every other garden.
Laying used and violated
next to the shed.
Tinsel traces
like expensive jewellery
draped from your
denuded, coat-hanger, limbs.
Ribs of dry twigs
poke from your green dress.
Ripped and torn
by seasons greetings.
Where once your heart
beat fast and true
...
Sunday 6th January 2013 11:35 pm
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