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Alter
And the sky outstretches cumulus,
idle verges stare into uncertainty,
her shirt depicts the scene as tranquil,
a counter to the conditions present.
We venture talks about journey,
ancestry, sleep deprivation and M25
her mother, my father,
plant names
just there
in the bustle of a cough-cobbled street.
Her voice screams into my self-made absences,
over the precipice of pride,
down into the caves
of some hopeless hope
with no more space to reside.
idle verges stare into uncertainty,
her shirt depicts the scene as tranquil,
a counter to the conditions present.
We venture talks about journey,
ancestry, sleep deprivation and M25
her mother, my father,
plant names
just there
in the bustle of a cough-cobbled street.
Her voice screams into my self-made absences,
over the precipice of pride,
down into the caves
of some hopeless hope
with no more space to reside.
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