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Hair
I was accosted by an eager bath sponge
Wringing water Out over my head;
Which was quick to wet the intuitive skies
Of my hair
Carving the rest of me In
The open womb of the sea.
Wringing water Out over my head;
Which was quick to wet the intuitive skies
Of my hair
Carving the rest of me In
The open womb of the sea.
Published 29th Sep 2018
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29th Sep 2018 2:38pm
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- Edited 4th Dec 2023 7:45pm
29th Sep 2018 4:19pm
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