creaky old organs
Tuesday, August 21, 2018
oh these deep un-
attainable fleck
hazel half-closed
eyes & today my
body hung in birch
groves like a bell
tolled roads full
of distance & tear
after tear traced
into rivers towing
battered sighs to a
blood-harbour sea
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