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Jun 2016
Burden street,
wish wash
NewcastleΒ Β rain,
The gust cuts
to the bone
Ghosts avail themselves
to street corners
eye sockets ,
holes with grey light
speak of the tedium
the porosity of meek
Antony Glaser
Written by
Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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