stones of communication
a poetical response following close observation: pebbles for rivers of stones
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night sweats
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Thursday, 22 September 2016
On waking
Night sweats having put a stop to spooning,
I don’t know, when waking in the dark,
whether we slept apart by inches
or were separated by two cold feet (or more) of emptiness.
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