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I like creeping into the house
when the sun still has morning breath,
after a late night of moonlit indulgence
with eyes that've hardly slept.
when the sun still has morning breath,
after a late night of moonlit indulgence
with eyes that've hardly slept.
Published 11th May 2017
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11th May 2017 11:54pm
12th May 2017 1:15pm
the chaos & the dancing & the pagan rites that lead to poetry -
it happens at night...
it happens at night...
7th Feb 2021 12:29pm
