Tag: poem
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Dumping its burden.
Pushing up the valleyLike a lump in the throat Like sellotape fireLike sea chest cymbals Like dumping it’s burdenLike counting danger distanceLike spell cast petrichor Like skid-sod blitz. I love a good thunderstorm. From the humbling immensity to the fear (OK, you’re just a little scared too, right?) to the sweet smell and electric crispness…
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