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July Collage Poem: 'Grit'
Blood on flashing dancefloors;
towards the courts of monochrome
our killer slouches home.
Time is running out, I'm suddenly aware
and the poetry flows -
and so it goes...
The beauty of grit is retrospective.
Strawberry juice on chin
swallowed in one breath
over a mis-shaped tattoo
Tattoos last longer than love;
ink is the blue kiss of death...
Tuesday 15th July 2014 6:08 pm
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