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Sep 2015
an efflorescence flower
           is slowly becoming;
a long awaited hour
and a drawn out humming

the emerald fields
     of sharpening grass
                 a bed of roses
and thorns made of glass

an ethereal demeanour
concealed in the smoke
           slowly digesting
the aged poisoned oak
Thomas Alan
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Thomas Alan  M/Newcastle, UK
(M/Newcastle, UK)   
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