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'...the basic elements of containment in practise abroad'

the obligation of silence.            
all creativity is relevant.  
the time it took            
between my fingertips            
and the dead tv force. if only            
expel the old codes,           
the gods and the spaces in between...          
absorbed in            
hawk training,              
and the jesses, anklets and  lures,            
hung above the crest, on wave,            
hovering the eye-line.            
told me  to let it go,            
a tear astringent,            
a tear out of all of the secrets, mustard            
hall burns yellow and all,              
and ‘ all will erupt,      
I promise’    
they yell            
so her(e) now            
and the  wing and plan regale            
of the congo lust and the lung of raw skin, how            
easy any caliphate can curtail a mirror,            
can cloth            
the curvature of a diamond,            
as a skin can curtain so            
© over your eyes            
I snowed switzerland            
you were star wars.            
Written by nomoth
Published | Edited 26th Aug 2020
Author's Note
inspired by Toy Boat
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