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 Oct 24 Sarra
Thomas Wood
At a desk, coffee sachets rest.
Long-life milk harbours
white dreams of expiry.
Shuffling in his forgetful nest
a grey man blinks
at the intruding light.

Americo, do you remember
your antique power,
that opened like a rose
on the walls of Hiroshima?
 Jun 16 Sarra
Mitch Prax
My heart sank to
the bottom of your sea
and now I wait for
it to float back
up to me.
 Oct 2022 Sarra
Lexie
Pages
 Oct 2022 Sarra
Lexie
Press me against you
Like flowers in a book
 Oct 2022 Sarra
Virtuous
I think the sun has grown jealous
Of my friendship with the moon
I prefer dusk to dawn
And midnight instead of noon
 Oct 2022 Sarra
Aimée
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Writing makes it real
So others understand, but
Maybe real is worse

Maybe I shouldn't give my misery
Anymore company
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