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Rimmed with red,
the sky emerges from an alcoholic haze, collapses on the shoulder of a hill. As thin-lipped as the letter box, I brush a broken bottle from the driveway: shards of glass that tinkle on the tarmac, sharp as laughter in an empty room. First published in Bravado |
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Rimmed with red, the sky emerges from an alcoholic haze, collapses on the shoulder of a hill. As thin-lipped as the letter box, I brush a broken bottle from the driveway: shards of glass that tinkle on the tarmac, sharp as laughter in an empty room. First published in Bravado Nice |
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