Older
you are my solar flare the petrol bloom
we gasp from out the wreckage
of that adjacent century each the other’s
relict relish
pickle with a sharp cheddar
a country inn a long drive meandering
the road to nowhere the choice of climbing
fences tearing pants
invading patches
where crops forbidden grow
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