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4.14am

4.15am

chains hung heavy
with whispered links drenched in created word
spell my name from the borrowed time
dimensions blessing 
printed beaches

crying in slits of stone
exposing parental bone
hiding hidden always seen
close with distant vision dreamscapes 
red skies 
horizons enslaved in mushroom cloud 

flayed skin worn
by sinister smiling grinding grins
painted by number years
trapping pale the bluish skin

pale my bluish skin
reflected soul
shelters under silent
thing 

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Tony Taylor

I have always enjoyed your stuff ZO!!......your style is definitely unique and truly compelling......I'm gonna have to go back and read more of it....some of the phrasing in this piece is remarkable ~

                                       ~ "Tapping pale the bluish skin..."

                                      ~ "Crying in slits of stone
                                           Exposing parental bone..."

WOW!!.......Such a haunting tone to this piece....it is REALLY good poetry my friend!!........PINNED!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo  :  )

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terry terri ZO

Hope your well
not been in good place
but the light is coming back
love and kindness is all that really counts
a star whispered that to me while I was chatting to a friendly blue whale
oh oh oh 
so long ago x

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