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  • Reduced to rictus
    toothless to rage now
    Rubble walls enclose
    the once expansive acreage of our ground.

    We’d tapped our way into the daylight
    after disappointing darknesses too trivial to mention.
    We’d built something
    or so I thought.

    We tilled the land
    sowed seeds for colour and scent
    but bramble took over.
    We’d left stones inside the soil
    the size of fists
    as frequent as heartbeats
    as flinty as our looks when we now catch each other’s eye.

    Wide-open has now been hedged in.
    Seascape eyes trained to look out dead
    from under our pointy hats
    a splash of vulgar
    as we try to turn something
    back on.

    Lipstick shade: desperate.
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