day no
end.
wasted?
ache for feeling
change of chemistry.
sleep, punctured,
shame
cold, naked
still.
breath coils round
throat
more bone than
flesh
angel’s call-
close
© Anthony Gorman 2017
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end.
wasted?
ache for feeling
change of chemistry.
sleep, punctured,
shame
cold, naked
still.
breath coils round
throat
more bone than
flesh
angel’s call-
close
© Anthony Gorman 2017
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