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Jan 2018
UMBRAGE
By Alan Stallsmith

There's umbrage,

in loneliness

I feed off its sad

As an oxygen

laced with

Stubble of little glass

My unattainable muse

Photographic

In my mind's memory

Keeps me yearning

Exquisitely alive

And killing me

Mad

With desire.
Alan Stallsmith
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