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Aug 2014
froths in lichen:
gushing on its bark,
it looks like pollen
was smeared on in
yellow gouache,
ulcers spread to lick
on to each branch.

I let it take over
in the way you
spread your arms
over bed and torso,
in the way your kiss
through the mornings
paint my cheeks red.
Conor Letham
Written by
Conor Letham  West Midlands, UK
(West Midlands, UK)   
   Reece AJ Chambers
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