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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