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  Nov 2020 Martin Bond
Rollercoaster
He’s ash now.
He played with ash back then.
He’s dirt.
He was dirt back then.
He snatched their slums
and their palaces
But now he can’t live in either.
He pumped out dirt
into the river back then.
He’s going back
to the river now.
Martin Bond Nov 2020
This is my love story
blood is thicker than water
her bite was incredibly
poisonous
mercury under my skin
Beams of gold
Whispered in the meadows
Where rainbows grew
The veins of tender leaves
Sparkled and shined
As the barks of trees
Transparent and tall
Branching in translucent fruits
Magically in the twigs
Covering every leaf
The beams of gold


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