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July 2015 Collage Poem
Crimson dust for a forgotten man,
The nuances of place emerge
All of us are wearing lace-up shoes
In this we are the same,
And other ways
That are hidden.
In screaming, panicked pain swells
Help may be
The only thing I can offer,
As well as my ear
And my time.
Bleeding the sky with your cosmic clouds
That shelter my dark matter
From within...
Monday 13th July 2015 10:05 pm
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