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If All Grapes Were Seedless Would We Run Out
I am giving tomorrow up
in this day of end
wrap me in your world
Where inside
raindrops,
falling heroes
target skin
and with pin pricks
of cold
announce their arrival
Ambush beating eyelashes
and carry their assault
past cheek and chin
Shivers spine the chill
Greyed out clouds
Stretched out tendrils as if t o
Catch its falling children
Copyright ©
Christopher Quigley
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