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Head Space

HEAD SPACE if Jupiter and Mars aligned with the stars this poem would be diverse and discreet but…. this is my head space and heart distinctive poles apart surrounded by branches wishing to strangle me in a swirl of dry leaves plotting to confuse me A valley of stones carcass of bones drought of doubt a dearth deathly deficiency an angel far from home ALONE © Kim van Breda
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide
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