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driving through white
towards a slate-grey sky,
transporting a crucible of words
past meter and rhyme, the same ideas
coloured so differently in afternoon light
posted by name of the rose at 12:19 a.m.
soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
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