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Quieter Than My Feet
In my mind's unkempt places
of metaphors and stereophones
before brushing my teeth
silence of time getting louder
turning the night out as I sleep
whispering to a quilt beast
walking quieter than my feet
as it fades to a powder
from the Sandman's chest of keep
with a length of my skein bunting
a cross-stitching floss went hunting
Published 7th Dec 2023
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