Lieu

At some distant point
Under a wave that was the sky
Feel all those little pinpricks in your bones
Constellations of broken telephones ,
Someone dressed in darkness like the night
Whispers her name turning off the light,
A headstone annoint
Utter the words were never why



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2018-04-08 at 14:13

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