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i keep things locked and hidden:
A rose melts in a black marble box,
teeth chatter in their cave,
hair sheds like autumn leaves,
that crackle as i step.
skull gulps down the young wine,
the bird's branch breaks.
it falls, heavy feathers,
thud, a heartbeat on the pavement.
teeth chatter in their cave,
hair sheds like autumn leaves,
that crackle as i step.
skull gulps down the young wine,
the bird's branch breaks.
it falls, heavy feathers,
thud, a heartbeat on the pavement.
Published 29th Jun 2016
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