Monday, October 31, 2022

Then Comes Death

And you realised why I collected pins in the empty jar
The plastic lids in the paper box 
The fragments of the broken mirror in the left pocket of my khaki raincoat.
- It’s cold and wet and grey and you are beautiful.
- Hold my hand in my left pocket. 
  Fingers laced. 
  Tight
  Tighter

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