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the day’s gone
all roiling boil on
us, a must
-ard colored
sky and my stirred up heartfloor.
ghost clouds chase us home.

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prompted by poetic asides november chapbook challenge, day 7

 

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  1. Misky says:

    Ghost clouds – cool.

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