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Jun 2015
Your pages
brown and leather bound
as aged voice
Mute leaves and salty tongue
protean by twenty chords -
Wasteland winds fronting the sun
carrying the most worn
of voices;
sandy words chewed to
glass,
shattering teeth
and
the promise of tomorrow;
as only children sing.
Laniatus
Written by
Laniatus  Norfolk
(Norfolk)   
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