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Dec 2019
Time here is treacle -

it's thick and syrupy, a rich golden glow that envelopes the spoon while flowing over the edges inevitably leaving a trail / a thread if you will, that will never be chased down or scooped up without leaving a sticky sweet trace that will last days before it fully fades to a savoured memory.

Time here is golden treacle.
Went on a poets retreat.  Golden.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  58/M/London, U.K.
(58/M/London, U.K.)   
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