Friday, 24 February 2017

245

heart almost totters
here at the edge of nothing
before forgetting
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Sunday, 12 February 2017

244

my horse is hidden
by night bidden cold by snow
a winter hillside

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Friday, 3 February 2017

243 ghost

nobody at home
nothing here can be finished
fleeting life of breath
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242 Hugo

swept in hobbled out
a dog with too many bags
we shared a heartbreak
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