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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I dream of magic lines but they elude me. Chapbook on acrylic tube palette, janus-faced cave in at the crack of dawn, crescent moonlight awnings turn to circus of the soul, images that colour dullard pages leave furrow on my hayrick haggard brow. Backwater sonnet form leaning towards some meadow compost rot. Ghost written silhouettes, shatter fragile eggs on loop pile Berber carpets, yolk stain and pale brown chicken hash tags. Tight rope knot escarpment found in tripod camera verse, cliff edge heart-stop paen is just another blue-sky canon over billed by birds of prey. Poetic licence pointer to a learner permit doggerel, aspiring metre patchwork but a tapered column lost in grey day whimper. Guangdong province text in lychee pink for window glaze. Fleeting notions dangle at the sparrow hawk crossroads, while grazing skinny red ballon formations overhead. Mother of invention please shine your convex beam upon this wellspring drought abandonment I swim in. Sudden brain cell drafts a Jack-o’-lantern of disjointed phases, stretcher bear the legless phrases that leave me wheelchaired and infirmed in woolly states. Timeline mainstream woofer whose lagging jacket hemline falls apart, areole reduced branch slowly bleeds its cactus juice of inspiration. A rush, a fever, quotidian fever, no greater longing can us writers have.
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