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Little Slave to the Sky
That childhood ache
of not allowed
presses my face to the pane,
branches sway and drops tumble
over heart scrawled misty breath.
No-one knocks when it rains
dark clouds crowd the clock
as one by one hopes dwindle
leaving only wraiths
wishing time away.
of not allowed
presses my face to the pane,
branches sway and drops tumble
over heart scrawled misty breath.
No-one knocks when it rains
dark clouds crowd the clock
as one by one hopes dwindle
leaving only wraiths
wishing time away.
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