Poem -
IMPARTIAL SUNSHINE
There’s a Ghost. Weaving a sack of harmless charms-
As terrestrial as Breakfast.
I seem to dawdle in supreme
recklessness
Assuming the shape of a noise
that only dogs can debate
under some soft harsh
moonlight,
Because.
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Confused but loving the atmosphere created x