another cut this love
this real of ache that shakes this silence dry
that breaks each day one hundred pieces small.
through early mornings doors to know-it-all
no taller than the panoramic view of clotted-cream.
it will as life abort the final cut; the final scene.
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 20th, 2024 11:25
- Category: Unclassified
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