A lilac bends her wilted head
grey against the glass,
the wind, keeper of secrets
stained in the raw silty sideways puddles,
yards unravel in dewy debris, dog walkers go by
finally.
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Just be the shit on the fucking floor crumble down, it's the final score you know you're worth nothing, prick, and you were the one ... -
Blue Jay is here rain showers clear these dusty-dirty-edges- Fogs gloss the green moss round the rocky pulpit ledges Moons wax an...
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The Earth with her divine beauty and union is yet to be properly healed But the time is coming, the moment close, where all will be revealed...
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