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 Jan 2019 Mira
Mr Shankley
I kissed a girl with a broken smile;
nothing could come near.
She carved it with a pocket knife;
slit from ear to ear.
And she wears it like her favourite scarf;
it keeps her from the cold.
So I told her its only woven by
her enemies of old.
 Jan 2019 Mira
E McNamara
ashes
 Jan 2019 Mira
E McNamara
how can a world,
that is already ashes,
burn me alive?

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