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Apr 2014
1.

Upon the last perch,
before the abyss

and the bliss
of a blackened Earth.

I stand pinned into
the soil and earth of
your words

I stand surmounted
By everything

Ropes and thistles
Those bitter brambles

Stuck, wrapped
and slit, trapped
beneath my skin

To prevent me
From falling in.
Culpoetry
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Culpoetry  Britain
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