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Sep 2018
One ear for the pillow
One ear for the storm
My feet clutch the rails
As one piece for the pawn

The leaves rustle
As the light slowly fades
Upon my chair a dream
So brutally laid

If not tonight
I shall never sleep
If not slain
Why would I weep?

One breath alive
One slice of my throat
My glass tips over
One drop becomes a moat.
Callum Foulds
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Callum Foulds  19/Non-binary/Northamptonshire
(19/Non-binary/Northamptonshire)   
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