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127/ In time she stands

In the graveyard, after dark,
our bodies close to the bodies
that no longer walk.
In time she stands,
pulls down her skirt,
and under her finger-nail
fiddles with a bit of dirt.

Author Paddy SummerfieldPosted on September 3, 2017January 8, 2017Categories Down the Place

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