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Good Night
Let's slow your mind down a little
TO
The swift slow movement of a bird
Launching itself into the air
Or
The tick tock of a clock
As you lay in the street lifeless and bare
Without a single movement to spare
You breath your last breath into the dark clinging coldness of the night
and despite your fight
This is your last Goodnight
TO
The swift slow movement of a bird
Launching itself into the air
Or
The tick tock of a clock
As you lay in the street lifeless and bare
Without a single movement to spare
You breath your last breath into the dark clinging coldness of the night
and despite your fight
This is your last Goodnight
Published 12th Nov 2015
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15th Nov 2015 7:37pm
The imagery of the bird and clock put me in mind of blood pounding in my ears as my heart slows to its final rest.
