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                           walking down the lane
                           to avoid seeing people
                           under the various greys
                           of mist      at length the
                           sun sent a curtain through
                           the blue trees and when
                           I smelt the deep brown
                           fallen leaves I knew I had
                           silent right to be here

 

 

 

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being & blue & others & sun & walking wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
breakdown wormhole: anti-depressants
brown & leaves wormhole: Plumstead – Woolwich 121114
grey & mist wormhole: tag cloud poem VIII – growth
identity wormhole: castrated
silence & trees wormhole: silence
smell wormhole: sniff