Friday, October 12, 2012

Rye Fields & Snowdrifts Comments

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She has all the whispers of a morning,
clothed in fog: wet with drenchings of fallen dew.
Whilst my perspiring body lisp's on a gallows tree.
Sometimes-above sometimes-below...she…
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Mark Heathcote
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