Month: January 2013
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Grey Matter
Folded hands turn into boats for protection, for mending. Alabaster skin, the sun flecks on the creases in her metaphors, the patterns in her grammar like semibreves – his falling grey matter. The longest note, decanting down into the Giant, him holding out his favourite tarnished tankard. Cerebral atrophy, the kindest eyes.
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