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Prose insane
Monday 21 March 2016
In a pub in Lerwick by Adam Parry
Eyes broken
long lips soft as a leer
fingers fall apart
as this old brain spins.
Breathe on me
as legs intertwine.
Those eyes finger guitar torn skin
lips fringe upon lips
old lips that remember.
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