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Roads of Heart/Roads of Mind
A song of lights,
Excruciating confrontations
Amongst lines
Etched
In the chalk of highway paint,
Spinning in
The
Mind like a record, close to the edge:
Where did you all go?
Somewhere nice?
To a Christmas
Time
Ripe on
The vine, assured
To last, at
Last:
This time.
Published 4th Sep 2022
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