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Nov 13

on November 13, 2023


Storm Debra captured, stilled, her bluster diminished in greyscale like rash promises unfulfilled. Storm Debra captured, stilled, November days beyond the pale the skeletal remains of time we killed, Storm Debra captured, stilled, her bluster diminished in greyscale.

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Nov 6

Fallen leaves litter the lawn, bare branches in monotone, every dream - another false dawn shrivelled leaves litter the lawn. Pixilated in soot and stone autumn fades like faith forsworn. Fallen leaves litter the lawn, branches sway in monotone.

Dec 18

Now the season of ambiguous signs. Now the reason for crass affiliations. Now a time of overwhelming designs the mad reason of ambiguous signs - our lost summer in a vase of carnations, a defective Santa automaton; throughout this season of ambiguous signs, the mad reason of crass affiliations.

Nov 20

Here, the realm of unremembered dreams, the gaunt favela of our forgotten third. Haunted by passion's rickety regime, fear the realm of unremembered dreams. Death approaches, ridiculous, absurd each time sleep's shadow intervenes. Here, the realm of unremembered dreams, the gaunt favela of the forgotten third.

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Pete Turpie, 2023

Nov 13

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