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Slate
The gray glistens, on slate awash with tears.
That fell from the gray sad rafters.
Amid the low sky, blue beyond; but then black.
Where art thou my makeshift Juliet?
I’ve your promise! hidden; wisely in an old burlap sack.
They'll never find it, it’s safe with me!
Oh look! the hopeful heart too is glistening!
That fell from the gray sad rafters.
Amid the low sky, blue beyond; but then black.
Where art thou my makeshift Juliet?
I’ve your promise! hidden; wisely in an old burlap sack.
They'll never find it, it’s safe with me!
Oh look! the hopeful heart too is glistening!
Published 28th Apr 2019
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