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I return to
your chirping
persistent
high pitched
natural siren
sounding above
muffled receding
chatter clanging
cough
door slamming
rumble
of a passing car
I cannot name you
or the colour
that surrounds
with any accuracy
real siren
is the backdrop
to this painting
of you
behind me
you sing
in front your
stamp-like photo
I will stick it
on my wall
and wait
for likes
to blot over
this absence
of langage
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Hiya Tom
Thanks for your reply, lovely to get some feedback on technique. Very happy to hear how it spoke to you.
Fleur
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