Last Call – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

we spoke,
yet did we see,
you were here,
yet neither was me,
the cracks showed through,
the walls feel down,
over the bourndries,
a face painted clown,
laughed to cry,
hidden in design,
my smile a mask,
flavour my task,
sucullent salvations,
tastings not solved,
winter is coming,
yet not sold…

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