Page Torner
Those sucked wind nights
where cloud are never left to rest
in there formless complaints
wrapped in marshmallow gulp
Where splattered rains
mould the skin
in lakelets spawn
Taste the charge of storm
bitter in its cheapness
but father of this
page torn
and words
strewn
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