Still Life

bottles of empty plastic
ancient breathing machines
electromagnetic fields in
eyes ears and air
inner child is waking up
books and crumbled clothes
sleeping in a disorganised
diagonal bed
hugging like blissful
children
i am looking at
bicycle lovers from
last night

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016



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