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What we are made of
Silhouettes
Drunk dancers stumbling over earth,
we expect to leave no trace behind.
Enclosed
Growing summer
Conversation
Vibrations
Silicone Song
Into the Night
There was no sun. The news was full of theories about what had happened but there were no facts, just wild speculation. The government told people not to panic but most of the cabinet had gone missing, so that didn’t help. All we were left with was the thick, dark void that hung above our heads, offering more questions than answers.
Recent Poetry Books I've Enjoyed
I've had lots of time to read poetry books, so here are a few I have enjoyed recently that I would recommend:
Underwater
