cyanose at sea

while self stings you're defective

I've never had gills

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please wait

until I'm gone

before you

sing our song

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mid-Autumn smokefall

backdrops cicada solo 

forgot his jacket?

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slow death by light pollution

 

even full queen lumen isn't keen

and shrinks

behind disappointing scrappets of summerweight

cotton cloud duvet

an unconvinced toddler

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autumn shrugs vagrant

café pane seats red Swanni 

warm, tended inside

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paywall

 

life lurks behind a paywall but

annual sub discount!

pay less in blood and hurt,

save more in heartache and dirt

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some lived then all die

flung world from you and I, take

those shoes off inside

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if I

bloom without petals 

am I 

still a good flower

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tread tender,  don't waste 

what remains of the hopeful

derelict heart scraps

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long for shadows long

sun or moon's spilled bitumen–

darken my doorstep

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dust mandatory?

henceforth accepting only 

moth-wing quality

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has it

all of it

been poetry

poetry all

this

whole

time?

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brutalised; landed

in your unsafest safeness

defenseless: I bled

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