Monday, 15 May 2017


Gliding in to the arms
Of a future
Of the unknown
A room full of wonder
Is this called home

Walls that are drenched
In the past
Hunger of thorned

Heavy hearts
Dragging splinters
Digging veins
Bursting to expose
Shadows pose

Broken fences
Laneways of traited words
Brushing over
The absurd

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