julianacooper

Ireland

Fourth of December

December 4, 2018

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I could be that cloak
Shaken to dust

Adrift, unambitious
To match an avoidance
Of the poor woman's hand while it
Curls and beckons

Learn from me nothing
Holding still the cell
And when the bars lurgee

Learn instead from
Me
How to be
Nothing

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