The Wingspan of Desire
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Mind akimbo
Little bird
Pecked clean through
Two holes in you
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Scattered your body’s crystal
In front of swine
I thought you mine
Drank too deep
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Harsh lines to crumble
Sea and sand
Defences outpace your command
Diplomats sleep
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Wind whirling catches fire
Burns off our clothes
Compost the noxious
To grow a rose.
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Circles fighting circles
A knotted chain
Sanity’s been sanitised
But I’m finding home again.
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Joe Blogs, Apr.22
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