Sunday 12th September


The world is Black and curved,
Doing dances in the air,
Whisper when you’re close to it,
Or Laugh like you don’t notice it,
The world is glass and full of spice,
A stainless steel cylinder stacked with sugar sticks,
The world is clammy to the touch,
Steam rising off it’s skin


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