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FLAWLESS

Helen Laycock
May 16, 2024
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FLAWLESS When colour is too loud, I seek the deep pain of silence in my bones, bandage myself in white sky, let windless words collapse like dropped sails to become the horizon, the only voice the braille of rocks patterning poems on my fingertips. The skin of a snow rose curls my thumb like a baby fist and ghosts trail ribbons of light through the stillness. A day drained from misted morning monochrome to a moon puddle beds me in its unblemished sheet. — We all need serenity once in a while...

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May 17, 2024

Just amazing expression

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