The rust moon rose.
A chocolate gown in my bitter garden.
From raw trip to honey spring road,
I love for power.
Sweet.
Bare.
Still.
Rob life of time.
Recall pink light like shadow vision.
Part over death.
[P.S. I made this poem entirely from Magnetic Poetry word magnets]
Holiday
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In true middle class British fashion we've had a holiday in Devon, staying
in a charming cottage near the sea. Lunatic Child and the dog were living
their...
7 years ago
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