sooty secrets
buried in black:
bleak as beak.
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windswept wood,
wild sweet orange,
swan’s neck swoops.
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carefully curated,
beautiful mind hovers
over clear blue sky,
being.
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reincarnation of
flightless, imagined
love, figment-tied:
lost.
—
so a
lone
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—by Kate Gough
—17/8/17
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Beautiful! Thanks for posting!
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🙂 I’m glad you liked it!
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