Evidence of hope
Push of new
Backseat of human
Exhaust of gods
Months of preparation
Worms of process
Thorns of armour
Claims of thrones
Mates of necessity
Battles of hunger
And the hope of joy
Of joy
Author: tateellis.com
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Coiled Spring
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Here the sea
blasting in a tiny window ajar
in the smallest room
of a tiny house
you and me
go to pee
we see
too much
a room shared
we pass like ships
passing water but never more
we have a rule about that. Just pee.
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