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Oct 2019
Upon the alabaster, crafted; An ink
so deep, so everlasting.
Driven hard...
to let the art in;
Words unspoken,
sear the darkest.
Beg the finish
bruised
(& ******)
drenched
                                                exhausted... 

Open to eyes:
A poets soul's exalted.
In all ways...always (a)mused the words still swirl & chase.
Tilly
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Tilly
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