Sep 2013
full moon glowers
through a vent in the storm
fickle sleep comes
and goes as she pleases
we rise
to a bruised and bleeding dawn
both victim
to the black cloud
through a vent in the storm
fickle sleep comes
and goes as she pleases
we rise
to a bruised and bleeding dawn
both victim
to the black cloud
(Tasmania)
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