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Apr 2020
The greenhouse - plants
removed and pots upturned;

a coffee shop of stolen breathers,
the wheezy breeze of whining.

Tobacco tendrils twist, amber
sludge hazing sun-kissed panes.
Written by
Hywel Vaughan-Davies  50/M/UK
(50/M/UK)   
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