Tuesday, October 26, 2021

Ghost Poetry Comments

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I will be the ghost who dreams of you
until our eyes collide.
there is no map in my flesh, no doorways or windows.
no spurred heart or bruised throat when we touch.
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Robbie Coburn
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Robbie Coburn

Robbie Coburn

Melbourne, Australia
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