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Slow, as if beset by dreams and Presently, afraid to fall asleep. Encircle, bullpen predators. I'm not afraid to die upon this hill.

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Sep 21, 2017

Sep 21, 2017 at 7:58 PM UTC

Slow, as if beset by dreams and Presently, afraid to fall asleep. Encircle, bullpen predators. I'm not afraid to die upon this hill.

I much prefer shorter poems, both to write and to read. I think poetry is most powerful where it takes us to a single place, with vigour. Thanks for reading :)

#quatrain #trochaic #iambic

andrew-lees

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Sep 21, 2017

Sep 21, 2017 at 7:58 PM UTC

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