Poetry Blog by Paul Sands (2015, unobtainable)
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that secret
italic Sundays run with a poisonous doubt
a wronged wash in the what might have been
where we fidget like fleas on a rabbits hide
and verses drafted in the cross stitched sky
cannot disguise the well-practiced curses
with the pre-packed presumption of lilies
and static
abstract amongst the sheets
your limbs offer a confusion of choice
where context is lost
besides the arch and coil
...
Sunday 24th May 2015 7:23 pm
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