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hfo (03/10/2017)
not burned nor spurned
by song or wraith
palmed marbles, drawing lifelines
pleading, pleasing escape
a wist rising west, clawing and aching deep
to burst forth into apocalypse days
castles walls built of crumbled, gypsum walls
cut with dreams, sniff'd up in wanton ways
a drip; a drag, slid across a fine carpet
a taste, a touch of trepidation
a hurricane of pallid thoughts
phoned in,...
Friday 10th March 2017 4:47 pm
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