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Left, Cold (Free verse) by Tibbs

In the dim dawn, anon, anon, I felt the sharp edge of morning's breadth In my heaving, in these lungs, And saw that frost had dried the ground grey Faux-fossilising footprints in the clay Hers were there, leading away.

god'swife 2-Dec-02/1:55 PM
Now I'm sad. Good job. Is it 'breadth' or 'breath'? Strong ending.




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