One eye turquoise.
The other azure blue.
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Still the tantalising historical
un-answered question
what was the secret formula
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Your death
stretching out like the darkness
of empty
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I really miss
the little hollow of your neck
where sighs collect
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Your hands
your beautiful naked hands
coming to rest
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She told me she was
an arctophile.
I declined her kind offer
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Fallen moon
held prisoner in a puddle
stabbed
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Pocket notebook
full of poems
written with a green
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Eating alfresco
(courtesy of Tesco)
singing acapella
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