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now i beg forgiveness
we are little things
that dance in the mornings
james

in the light from the phone
i too fly solo
&
enjoy the flight

when the day clears
i look up at the others
google when back at home, read about
people, and know we may after all
be twins.
white dress.

lift the cotton, look again.

cover the place with whiteness.

pink is pretty, white is clean.

they do not want to see it
today, a reminder of fragility.
the word came involuntarily,
others were stuck, yet i knew
them to be beautiful, and
so they are.
to go

despite not going solo

despite all the reasons that you

spoke of

to plan an escape by bus for aviemore perhaps

by rail for inverness

the memory of you
..talk, talk to me with snaked tongues,

all seaside towns and deck shoes, reminding

of the lecture house.

.they turned it nasty too.

..when the tongue splits, spit and go.

go fast.
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