Writing What I Write
Wednesday, 6 July 2011
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Untitled Poem
And as the dust descends
Covering my streets
Blanketing and smothering
like a gloved hand
chocking the life out of me
I see black, and red
and the lights glow
and float like ships,
lost at sea
Fading.
Gone.
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