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Fey

Fey
Can charm the petals
Off the moon
She walks in the corridors
Of confidence
I am a smear on the painting
Of her days
A drying blemish

Fey,
so strange and complicated
Drunk on Sundays
Hurting Monday
Forgetful Tuesday streets are catwalks
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
Naked in the rain
Saturday fires her again
To slip between bodies

Fey, feet away
Untouchable by any.

wolfie

@wolfie

The Octoberman. All I need is a bottle of Talisker, a keyboard and you. Facebook: Nikarkham www.nikarkham.co.uk

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Wonderful 😊 love it

@Delilah thanks for the comment. You're my first.

@wolfie yay!! Haha 😉

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