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L T Winter
Poems
Aug 2015
I Speak With Attics.
Younger now--
Winking-wards-back-
-Never feeding satchels
With broken thumbs.
Slightly sniffing-
Sorrows in--
Decrepit hand-bags,
The silence is short.
And supposing day-beings
Are breaking evenings,
For nights that always come.
We know attics; see-how
Detached I am.
That boldness of single
Salmon-sand.
#lonely
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L T Winter
M/United Kingdom
(M/United Kingdom)
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