Saturday, 19 September 2026

Zoe

Listrning to your news, struggling in the rain, like a winter's fugue, no horizon's too bright, for your dark to reigh, have to know my rights, makes uf life a purlieu, my fires uncontained, wonder at my attributes, never did make the time, to hear a donkey bray, sit gently by a fire, before a sunrise ruin, your hopes might be ok, if I deign to teach you, every wondered why, enquires about your game, make me take fright, I'm bored stupid too, hope fortunes hold sway, as a sprirt on the roof, smothers us in flame.

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