Just a few libnes…I’m off to bed.

With lark and blood red sky you wake

and stirring reach and grasping nought

but still beside you etched in silk

that cold impression, there quite still.





Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

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