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[ploypailin]

sung sears aligned
with his notebook
in hand

crawled tiny splints
by his arid
windowsill

had glowing coal
risen from the
heart

stride linen and
climb aqua,
do try

his rasp cinders
soar on, do
not settle.

ploy.

Comments

[lukakorba]

'the arid windowsill' ~ great