Don’t mind me I’ll sit here and brood

I watch him
from my study
climbing the mountain
fingers placed on
surprised lips. Yes and
there it is – finally
Mary’s tears
like a wet match.

It feels so good to be
on different pages it feels better
to smoke in bed with our
toes on. It’s a suspension bridge it’s
meant to
wobble. Poor Blossom
and her sick heart. The sky is iced
with pink as you rapidly make it
to the peak.

I raise a glass and
grin.

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Blossom Hibbert

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