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Jun 2015
The deepening red
Of stained eyes, tired

And worn - invisible glances
Precede the imminent sun

Squinting hopeless -
Blinding stretched yawns, frozen
By the ever changing winds

Bury rings in sallow flesh
With large kohl like shadowing;

A clown with meagre thought
And heart like deflated balloon,

Is merely a bag of rested bones
Wishing for beautiful wide eyes.
Laniatus
Written by
Laniatus  Norfolk
(Norfolk)   
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