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Aug 2018
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You are there,
stalking my memories,
a series of pornographic tapestries
woven deep into my mind,
Hand stitched together
with a cold blunt needle,
threatening to unravel fast
when the sun kisses the horizon.

The petals of paper flowers
yellow with time passing,
presenting a weathered view
of a love that once thrived,
but is now moon dust
gathering on a dark web
of **** laced
with delicate ****** fragments.




© Pagan Paul (25/08/18)
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Pagan Paul
Written by
Pagan Paul  Bristol, England
(Bristol, England)   
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