Bare
Some of my first thoughts after turning thirty.
By Liam AnthonyPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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To what do we owe this day?
Blind water, feel it snapping.
Floorboards of muscle,
Red, ripe, cooling flesh.
Tight ambition.
The flavour remains strong,
even when your eyes are closed,
the sun strokes the limelight.
We entertain it.
The slap from a good hand.
There's always need for restoration.
Our inner instruments,
a tuning of a second coat.
Our outspoken outgoings,
an exhalation of the blurred.
We will
get the high note.
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