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 Apr 2021 CA Guilfoyle
Eloisa
Find me in the reddening
October trees of autumn.
Read the poetry I carved on their branches.
Each falling leaf will lead you closer to the most hidden parts of me.
 Apr 2021 CA Guilfoyle
ryn
Moonman
 Apr 2021 CA Guilfoyle
ryn
.
he lays
perfectly still,
with his back,
one with the ground.

his hand,
tracking the cadence
in his chest,

as he
milks poetry
out of the moon.



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 Apr 2021 CA Guilfoyle
ryn
Notions
 Apr 2021 CA Guilfoyle
ryn
Will he
awaken
from a
wide-eyed
slumber?

Will he
be the
bearer
of bated
breaths?

Will he
succumb
to the calls of the
nether after?

When he
indulges in
romanticised notions
of untimely
deaths.
 Mar 2021 CA Guilfoyle
L B
Spilled
 Mar 2021 CA Guilfoyle
L B
Why does the room smell flowery
like spilled wine and longing

I rub the damp mop along the oak
darkening its grain
Beautiful in ruin
again
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