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Wishing
These bones are coins ringing round my head
bobbing like birds singing at the neck
my eyes are getting larger
swimming, circling the light,
dancing with the devil
in the deepest wells of my mind
bobbing like birds singing at the neck
my eyes are getting larger
swimming, circling the light,
dancing with the devil
in the deepest wells of my mind
Published 14th Oct 2021
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