Half Past Gone
Of olding autumns, iron and wine
Thursday, 19 December 2013
They Met
Like words-in-the-head,
orbiting
each other
in breathtaking quiet,
like words through the finger-ends, tripping
clumsily onto a phasedout
paper,
like words that meant the world and
words that
didn'tfuckingmatter,
they met.
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