Burden street,
wish wash
Newcastle rain,
The gust cuts
to the bone
Ghosts avail themselves
to street corners
eye sockets ,
holes with grey light
speak of the tedium
the porosity of meek
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
Burden street,
wish wash
Newcastle rain,
The gust cuts
to the bone
Ghosts avail themselves
to street corners
eye sockets ,
holes with grey light
speak of the tedium
the porosity of meek
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