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The afternoon clock.
She cares amongst her sundry white
Tunics about her books to bag
Ber back to work
Playing a knight's game in the
Town were daily workers
On slowmotion to Mondays
She says sounds of
Sundays morning
And night pencils
Grim ghosts in the hanger
pale brown eyes.
Tunics about her books to bag
Ber back to work
Playing a knight's game in the
Town were daily workers
On slowmotion to Mondays
She says sounds of
Sundays morning
And night pencils
Grim ghosts in the hanger
pale brown eyes.
Published 28th Oct 2021
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