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Pleasant Thought for Morning


Hiding your face in my neck
and hiding your hands in my hair

hiding your lips on my lips
to stop the words before I speak

hiding in the space around
the space I have dressed you in

wings of hardened spirit.
Angelot, a new day is here,

hide your sobs and feed me
the slow pearls of dew drops.


Rachael Boast

Void Studies
Picador


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