Nicko Smith Poems

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1.
The Postmortem Plains

Welcome to nowhere
Shove every sin, tear and breath
Into the vial on your right...
It fits?
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2.
December, Give Me Wings!

He scanned the early December
His mane flaunting in the wind
He thought of the future
And shyly smiled from time to time
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