Digital Photographs. Brainstorming ideas.
Cancerous breath swollen in the wake of a murderous day,
beautiful things lay. Still.
Fingertips dance light like lash brushed cheeks.
And you didn’t think to remember me while you were trumpeting vendetta,
sewing machines belted to bike wheels ploughing skin.
Bequeath to thee a drowned sailor's unrest.
Instantaneous. Solemn. DB.
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