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Debauchery
I shaved my long beard at the sink yesterday.
The water washed down pieces of my face
and bleached my dark shadow until its arm was perfectly bent.
Is it a drop of blood pressing against the tiles,
or are these my thoughts which I left there to drown just before you came?
The water washed down pieces of my face
and bleached my dark shadow until its arm was perfectly bent.
Is it a drop of blood pressing against the tiles,
or are these my thoughts which I left there to drown just before you came?
Published 23rd Nov 2011
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