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Nov 2021
Fug
autumn drinks heavily
slides into winter black
singing old songs in the dark
of loss and lack
and imperfect memory

these months weigh more:
grit under the eyelid
cold **** in the soul weight
that scratches and suffocates

but the coals will glow
and windows steam the same,
inside from time to time
and safe
Dave Robertson
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Dave Robertson  46/M/UK
(46/M/UK)   
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