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Sunday 17 September 2017

PAPER CUTS

towers crash
and smash hope
dash belief
crack the whirling
scope of galaxies
to the deep

into something small
something vague
something like
a shallow paper cut
in shade and shape
that bleeds continuously

bleeds vapid violet ink
fake pain, false disdain
from a kick-started
once discarded heart

MC

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