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#5 (cackling stress)

  Cackling stress.

  Cold, gravelled

  perching ground 

 

  around my

  clavicle

  and sternum.

 

  Clawed and pressed

  to cliff's                               edge,

  don't, look down.

◄ My last night, in the flat we almost shared

#6 (thank you, dears) ►

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