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behind the door
my monster
as bright as
bright can be
some
certain breezes you can’t tell
we’re
pegging out the day
cleaning
off the ratstain, death
moss
trot and fickle
fresh
in fresh air
behind
my monster
this
hall of doors
mirror
mist
a
blowfly charm for ingress
little
lemons of the drought
witness
time’s refusal
there’s
a kid climbing out of a rocket just here
some
treetops and sawbuzz – who’ll win?
please
tickle
shrivelled
and wizened my monster is
and
anyone can guess
leave
a window wide
you
just have to tick the box
you
just have to join the dots
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