A deepening metal slashes dust

Sentenced to death youth’s dream that may one day

seize the day

A clamped unicycle soaked with

the rain of callous words.

Crushed by hobnail boots

Bags packed inside my head

going round the wall of death

Love as Morse Code; living in different postcodes

The rain of callous words

and anguished flowers fading

in the ...

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Aqueous humour's not very funny

Neither is how easily we forget

The story of each other's pain

Arranged marriages of spirits and the

remnants of deep pain

The sky is a plush blue velvet

Its papery clouds are upon it

As if they are lace - the 

Dew glistens on the grass

Like numerous bright eyes looking

Up at the sky

The wrong arrangement can be d...

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