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1d
I was wiser than the God
who captured a red vessel
that I pressed my head
towards your chest
and could hear it beating.
Eyes sparkle angelic
and a puddle slip,
ends all of my dreams.
I wake now to the barking
of a senile old beaten dog.
An evaporation drinks
up the pavement puddle.......
RyanGeoffreyHayward
Written by
RyanGeoffreyHayward  46/M/Australia
(46/M/Australia)   
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