Sep 2019
...black In petrified repose
takes the shape of
lightning tongues.
And amongst the aroma
of ozone and charcoal crisps,
flakes flutter -
sloughing sadness.
takes the shape of
lightning tongues.
And amongst the aroma
of ozone and charcoal crisps,
flakes flutter -
sloughing sadness.
(50/M/UK)
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