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Dawn
Dawn is naked and alive
pirouetting in the street outside
she is a broad grey sky, endless above
It's not rain...
just some foggy spray licking windows
a coat the building wears
a metaphor I cannot interpret
all irony is groggily lost on me
yawning with my whole body
struggling with the load of memory
I'm oiling daily
So maybe I should stay indoors
get the fire going, boil the kett...
Thursday 22nd October 2015 11:27 pm
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