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Wednesday 13 June 2018

Slough The Husk

Slough the husk, broach the sky!
Through dewdrop sundered sun I 
Fly, ever higher heights I spy
As I scheme
To fracture heaven's dome. 
To leave but Night
Which I'd cross alone,
With tortured mem'ry
Search for home.

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