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One hundred and thirty four hours
I return back here
as you look after
your friends fur
babies over
in Leyton
so I take a
hot shower
and climb
into bed,
peace hits
me as your
duvet wraps
around my
body
and as I
bury my
face deep
into your
pillow
that war
in my mind
gets a bit
smaller
as the
curtain
of my
eye
finally
comes
falling
down.
Published 20th Mar 2025
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20th Mar 2025 2:58pm
20th Mar 2025 8:54pm
This is exquisite. Sight...sound...scent...you built it all in this piece
