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Mar 2022
Hearts, holograms,
progremates and playing cards;
kept close to the chest.
A feral cat amongst the pigeons.

A fireside of crackling antics.
A Soliquoy at its own behest.




These are your tired orange curtains,
silence after the fall,
such a pretty afternoon,
Antony Glaser
Written by
Antony Glaser  60/M/croydon
(60/M/croydon)   
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   Mike Adam
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