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wishbone (today last year)
I'm the bone on which you could make a wish
split into twins, so I may resonate
where Fates lay, in doorways wreathed
festooned in dreamsilk and bootstraps
cinched down into the bite sized truths
of choice
Here Lies Thy Voice
spider stingers and the spittle of birds
ingredients for a loss of words
in the face of a roiling fleshy wave
of bad news ;
The...
Thursday 28th March 2019 2:03 pm
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