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Morning
by Alexander Wortley
In dust
I rise
As nothing
Traits woven
Into linen
Skin.
Ritualistic chants of
Lawless men in coffee queues
As some blazing sun melts
Contempt.
On static
Glass
Shards
They drip
A knowing
Wax.
Morning
by Alexander Wortley
In dust
I rise
As nothing
Traits woven
Into linen
Skin.
Ritualistic chants of
Lawless men in coffee queues
As some blazing sun melts
Contempt.
On static
Glass
Shards
They drip
A knowing
Wax.
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