Half Past Gone
Of olding autumns, iron and wine
Thursday, 18 October 2012
Just Because
Dead lovers boogie dance
to a coursing pulse,
ballerina leaves spin to
fall,
strangers meet
in mushroom fields to
sit down beside
their shadows and
talk of everything that
is not. Thus,
thus
happiness
is...
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