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Jul 2019
No moon in a milk-flavoured sky
just a feather suspended in a summer current
leaving just enough room for breathless uncertainty.

A long-play memory in a looped feedback.

Waves arrive in an endless repetition  
from an ocean full of oversized drops
as eyes open to see nothing but shades of blue.
Written by
Henry Bladon
158
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